Geoffrey Cruickshank-Hagenbuckle
Two Poems
Cheops’ Chaos
I’ll believe all idols evil
Every Order false evenOur Father ordure
Preach fevered snakesOr axe of fire—
How often golden oxen crowOver drowning men
Again grown sick of loveAnger is a river bird
Consciousness is an emotion
King Sad
Though these thoughts that show
Be nothing, Here Lies.
Less unknown to us unknowns
Three corbie ravens fly.Higher tombs have human length
Raze the vaulted forests, foxes’
Weird Wood King of Everything.Somehow in vows
Naked not undressed but plain,
I flatter you with blame.On visiting the graves of five of my family.
Midnight Full Moon