NOW is everchanging on a coach

NOW

White flags like submissive
Virgin Marys
Stand

NOW

Looking down the pale hill
Into pure
Nothing - a
Perverted sky, a
Valley of sky
Down there

NOW

Fierce Russian
Soldier trees, with
Tall sharp shocks of
Hair and
Ready rifles

NOW

We have moved on from
Narnia-by-the-motorway

NOW

Now an unfriendly mist, with
Tufty leaking puddles
Cold and grey
The trees
Ghosts of ghosts

NOW

Past impediments to
Humans litter the
Fat feet of bushes

NOW

A tobacco caravan
Sits glum

NOW

I start
To see
Imperfections - a
Stain on the
Upholstery a
Greasy film
Covering my
Looking glass
I even
FEEL
The flaws

NOW

A fishy nausea
In my belly
A thickness
In my throat

NOW

One leaning tree -
A hand grabbing
For salvation