And after he was planted in the ground
Just like a tulip bulb
War broke out and his value rose up
To push the daisies out
It takes printed usurps
To make a dead man work so hard
From beyond the grave like that
15/08/2025poems/flower-boys
Flower boys


And after he was planted in the ground
Just like a tulip bulb
War broke out and his value rose up
To push the daisies out
It takes printed usurps
To make a dead man work so hard
From beyond the grave like that

There’s fog for 20 metres from here From here to screen To midwinter For the chill to draw out this splinter If I could, I would. See? I’m restless But in a wrestle Can’t follow the weather Can’t stay in the metre

Choose your fighter carefully Or you’ll be a well-honed knife That’s in search of fear It was a path You laid out For yourself Well, I’m too old to lose a breast As I fight for respect In the name of a straighter shot