Iron Mire

by grimbeau

Yes, by gum, nearly one o’clockery Greenwich Moan Time, wailing women weep in weeds, broken, nailed up and bleeding miscreants squirm like elvers
Gruff pallbearers of no good tidings wheeze
Gallivanting clover rockery

Loitering near railway sidings, wheeltapping rolling stock, grunting and shunting, mumbling over steaming mugs of creosote
Pottering about in the stoical pottery
licking and deriding Toby Jugs

Thowing pots resembling crockery at passers-by gathered round the glowing brazier, spouting bigotry and salacious tales of crochet mishaps
Awesome albatross gliding crow low
twigs subjected to sable mockery

Blinds drawn by agued oxen of the sun: too lazy to go to bed, grazing unmanicured lawns for toe and nail clippings and chili con carne droppings
Mice to see you to see you mice: three
Horsemen of the Apocalypse: four…