Fall
The woods decay, the woods decay & fall.
The baby hurls his breakfast at the wall.
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground.
The burthen hits the lino with a sound
like porridge plopping on the tabletop.
The baby’s name is Cain. He ought to stop.
Stop breathing. Now. Before he’s got his teeth.
Man comes & tills the field & lies beneath.
Especially a man whose name is Abel.
Who now, aged two, is underneath the table,
playing the keeper of his plastic sheep.
The baby drivels & the vapours weep.
Time does what it is good at & goes on,
and after many a summer dies the swan.
Eating. Sleeping. Eating. Sleeping. Eating.
Repeating & repeating & repeating.
The happy eater is his brother’s keeper.
The happy eater’s not his brother’s keeper.
Discuss. Meanwhile, another supper’s hurled
here at the quiet limit of the world.
The pudgy killer gains another pound.
The vapours seep their burthen to the ground.
The woods decay, the woods decay & fall.
The baby hurls his breakfast at the wall.
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground.
The burthen hits the lino with a sound
like porridge plopping on the tabletop.
The baby’s name is Cain. He ought to stop.
Stop breathing. Now. Before he’s got his teeth.
Man comes & tills the field & lies beneath.
Especially a man whose name is Abel.
Who now, aged two, is underneath the table,
playing the keeper of his plastic sheep.
The baby drivels & the vapours weep.
Time does what it is good at & goes on,
and after many a summer dies the swan.
Eating. Sleeping. Eating. Sleeping. Eating.
Repeating & repeating & repeating.
The happy eater is his brother’s keeper.
The happy eater’s not his brother’s keeper.
Discuss. Meanwhile, another supper’s hurled
here at the quiet limit of the world.
The pudgy killer gains another pound.
The vapours seep their burthen to the ground.
