The oldman in the cripplechair
Died in transit through the air
And slopped into the road.
The driver of the lethallorry
Trembled out and cried: ‘I’m sorry,
But it was his own fault.’
Humans snuggled round the mess
In masochistic tenderness
As raindrops danced in his womb.
***
But something else obsessed my brain,
The canvas, twistedsteel and cane,
His chair, spreadeagled in the rain,
Like a fallen birdman.