Dei Gratia Regina

Tear down a village

and raw sunlight pours on wounds

of shopping malls,

of tunnels;

yet who among us fears the sound

of countryside

expiring with a gasp

of terror; caterpillars

crawl amongst the planners leavings

parkways,

precincts:

these things serve to truly sieve

the populace.

 

Who would chose the asp

of “destiny”,

or who would stay among the tarmacadamned fields

that are forever England.