These days mouth-surgeons use porcine material for
bone grafts as a matter of course. Just a little word-play
to hide the pig behind the words, to take the oink out.
Spherical earth rotating
an oar’s swing lifts a mad tale
a tea stain suggests something older
than its appearance
which way will the green river lean?
such thin points will force your arrows
to match the elements
It is waiting for an event you know will come
over the invisible horizon out there beyond
indecipherable headlands, on the other side of sea-fog
transforming air. The little planet
is doing its bit with our behaviour rubbishing survival.
Its only tools water, air, a soft heart and the wind
of spin. It can’t help itself, not now.