Grimbeau

All Octobers are heavy steamy smells,
Crinkled silver foil, spillage, scream and burning basting fat. 
Damp and dusk rule the roost: 
From hip height I watch another

too big for three Sunday roast row witt

overseas family favourites.

cuckolded giblets foresee a sticky end

As serviceable gravy to an  

infantry stewed green.

A warm Guinness and carbolic soap await after snoozes: 
An extraordinary little cough at dusk again

These are dreams that life is made on.
Do not forget the spare light bulbs for the long nights 
Or Vicker’s Vimy vapour rub for the rheum.