Fuck You Truck

remember the first time that retch

of a trodden heart when youth

fancies itself worth an ending

this hill so steep I’m standing

fingers dug into the green of it

waiting for the valley to drop

the bike on its head by the soak

how the angle tripped technology

four wheels sliding in dismay

telling death him her it them

what a poor job you’re making of it

fuck you fuck you fuck you

a baby on a road spared the decline of parents

civilians or what’s left rising like bakers’ apprentices

from the rubble of a laugh at family suppers

in the rumble of machines or a vest opening

fates that crossed on some lunatic’s list

gods make devils of the most prolific things

rolling over my too comfortable tummy

feet push into the slope a slow gain

red clay and a marguerite of cape weed

if gravity is just another name for presence

falling through a reserved space

makes a vacant soul blossom into being

those ambulances what keeps them going

water still arrives bearers are carried

hands dig throw burrow crave and care

a fob watch woman eats men like air

a man talks of wearing his trousers rolled

a human is already a fragile worn glorious thing

a child’s waking tingling morning stretch

should be the icing on the day

having already dreamed what cannot be taken