Elbow Room

in a neglected corner, lying hurt
a hungry abandoned child
a jagged annoyed melting outline
faces derelict walls
an ego kicked about
like a stray dog, will not let him cry

on a low fire in a cold cold kitchen
simmers a volcano on an unhappy stove
shall burst like a bubble
at the next ignorant prick
but the eyes, they must stay dormant
no, not even an austere blink
there must not be no tears

the flood knocks for the drowning
the back is firm on the gates
defiant grip may slip and sway
but reserve like a slave must work
no, it must not have no break

hearken ye saintly men
ye saintly men of yore
in the meadow there hides a wench
on her knees there's weight of the world
the earthworm ploughs his field
the woodpecker drills the tree
with sprightly paws a dog
digs a hole in speed
the clouds too waiting hold
their waters in their arms
she tears the grass in pain
while a wretch tugs at her heart
but oh she dare not sigh
no,no, she must not cry

...yes, bar your windows tight
go lock your children in
the metal bars wont keep
the caged agitated gorrila
much longer now.