7 July 2006
woulda, shoulda
in amber i am
rubbed on silk
charged
primate child
stuck in sap
in a giant world
my blood is still
neurones dark
my eyes stare out at you
in your eyes
i take
shape
once i pissed and sang
and if I hadn’t got among
those tall and sticky trees
i woulda
shoulda
been a woman
now you hold
your trophy
easy as road kill
pecked by crows
that come and go
their glib throats swallowing