Along with Glaciation, part of a ten-poem sequence

It could happen to you...

Im sharking you out,I can feel your scared, Behind you,on this darkened alley way, How stupid could you be , To be walking right in front of me, Couldn't you think?,

Rock a bye baby on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, And down will come baby,cradle and all.

Davey Mercator watched a kid fall down from a second-storey window.

These lazy summer afternoons When time drifts by like a leaf in a stream No direction No aim Just going with the flow Free The warm gentle breezes Scenting the air with freshly cut grass

I have travelled for twenty miles, And still I can see you, stretching, Reaching into Scotland, forcibly Its backbone. In the gloaming, my car Begins to grumble, and the sky