a sun emerges i don’t see
dust & a ripped shroud come
play the old man a scythe
& bones
so many bones i know can
you understand me this they grow
in fields a whole
army come blow a world
down & trumps are diamonds
& ak-15s such a percussion
i’ll pick lead like jimi
in my head his train is waiting
& somewhere a sun curls up & dies
Reuben Woolley
Picture Rupert Loydell
Thanks, Rupert.
Comment by Reuben Woolley on 12 October, 2019 at 11:31 am