Caitlin said……
the journey on which he went
was pre-paid in many installments
of lung and kidney, arterial stricture
That huge elephantine anger went too
leaving an empty room, a birdless covert
Do malcontents settle in transit
they wondered, the beaters, the shots
such a very angled life, amazed
With shattered glass and shop dummy corpses
tide-stranded each successive equinoctial ebb
until the final exit, no staging
Woodpigeon clattered at dusk’s disturbance
coal chute rattling cellarwards
raising a black sulphurous fug of diamonds
and leaving a single descending feather of white
© Stephen P B West 2012
Worldly Winds 