The burning of earlier life,
Its smell hung in the air like life.
Still I kept moving not looking back –
Was I fleeing?
Waiting for the dark to guide me
To another clearing
Neither disappeared nor disappointing
Where strange creatures gathered wailing
Like demons for night to pass.
All mutant and bird eating
Such as a schoolboy’s mamouth,
A pig with the head of many,
Even a twelve foot snail mating.
So it was as I walked
My hand was taken by you, father,
Into light without form or smell or touch.
