Poem Three

My broken logic beats unkindly:

Fear, fear, fear.

I want to go out into the world

No more than a father rabbit

Wants to watch his children

Caught, skinned and sewn 

Into a flush women's coat.

Cruel society will win its way

Against the dying, noble life

Like a rip tide drowning

An old salubrious man 

Who has always been a strong swimmer.

Hummingbirds sing in my stomach,

Fluttering and scratching their scaly feet

Hungry for nectar,

Whilst blood unwillingly seeps from me in the night

Like a man returning

To the town where he was born.