A phenomenology of dust
sprinkled scrapes of sceptical specks
scupper sparks of step-sick aspects
spit-spectacles of scrap-spill sports
skin-skip spurts of spoilt supports
A geology of trust
The dig minds lines of fund finality
The dig spine-grinds from thinned duality
These humans send sun down beneath
Seek a Spring curtained by its leaf
A geography of lust
Love has time-zone terms which it hates
They cut its freedom to draft, to roam
They punish it with anchored fates
Give it eyes and a shallow home
A choreography of rust
A bronze cut sits atop alone,
A ton drop of metalised bone
On a stone throne atoning for
Air-time, water-use and sun-lore