Months After

Not a thing stirs

Under the heavy tree

Only whispers in the breeze

And the song of birds.

Read the signs

Carved freshly in

By the local lads

'Mark rides Cilla'

'Guy rides Celia'

Al x   swings and sucks'

Read their gangscrawl.

Old Maria

Cries 'Shame!'

She raises her brush.

They scarper.

The slave gift

L'il Donna

Does a hoodoo dance

Chants 'Shambala

Bala la la'

Not a thing now stirs

Only whispers on the breeze

And the birds

Sing

  And   Dance.