Grimbeau

Surly, vexed, mumbling, bumbling,

swallowing down bile and spleen

a small bird hops past on the sill!

A fair coin tossed.

Whist!

A farced chant, grumbling like an alp.

Shannon mare dream

Shrill oboe scream:

Hector! Hold your horses.

The kettle’s finished boiling.

The past will someday

be the same again.