Black Cloud In Green Sky |
by Christopher Barnes |
Death walked drying tick His nail varnish Fingers spiked Like the long grey hair Cars roached by Dying to stop Like too-afraid tortoises The afternoon sighed ‘Oh gloom’ tock Lighting up his claws Some hands could strangle a laugh Entomb a breast Paint tick Ha! A crow choking on a fish Wants to be kissed Three handed But not handsome tock |