John Wesley Harding

by grimbeau

Oil! over by there
(never whisper, never breathe, keep mum)
sound of crispy sacred boots
scrims, crunch, scrimmage, nowt words
in hushed echoes yell
'over there behind the ball park
sheltered by seaside
Atlantic City and beyond
waiting sadly remorseless
for supremacy'
comes a gentle hush
into the night a wild 
nightingale infers:
unkissed eyelids smart