Force of Nature

Blessed is he with the sun baring down

On his boiled back

The sweat clinging so tightly to his skin

So that he does not forget

His fleshy prison

Up, down

Down, Up

The scythe attacks the grassy beds

Where grasshoppers still sleep

In their woven homes

 

In the night

They cry to the moon

At the loss of stability

The humans delight in their songs

Meadfoot Beach

I sit here tonight

By the pouring rain

My engine’s still purring gently

Its light playing with the dark

While I look out from Meadfoot beach

To the great black sea before me

Painted white specks dance over the waves

The moon is on the stage with her starry audience

While I sit here on the edge

Waiting for shooting stars to come by

To make just one more wish