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



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.