Be wary of the mall with its windows and finery
a better mask employed by bravery
you your tasks and what untangled farce
is a grown broke to isolative grammar
despite the conquest of rivers by angels in rope
their journey through the blood marsh was to elope
but instead they buried the draft in the bark
took out the wood and raked over the pine needles
with the dust until it all looked like the wind
had done it and they peered at every other inch
of the county in the search for a way to succeed
or indeed to leave a dream at the gate with a note
hope it is not too late and come in for a drink
if you are ever “around”
for the blokes, the damning word was in quotes
she was both one of a kind
Nicholas Alexander's Poetry