The Poetry Kit |
Geoff Stevens | |||
NIGHTHAWKS The churring call of approach mechanical clicks in the darkness two-note radio signals from outer-space ghostly puppet-string aliens jerky flying-toads that suck goat's milk reptilean spirits of the unbaptised dead corpse fowl feeding on funeral piles sweetening their carrion tongues with the wing-pollen of dusty moths their haunt the wild of Wales the Suffolk Breckland the North Moors and the German War Cemetery on Cannock Chase A sight of them presages death and on confrontation they will hiss at you like poison snakes |