There's honey in the
Hollows
And the countours
Of the body
A sluggish
Golden river
A sickly golden trickle
A golden, sticky trickle
You can hear
The bones humming
And the car
Reverses over
The body in the basin
In the shallow
Sea-plane basin.
And the car
Reverses over
And his body rolls over
Crushed
From the shoulder
You can hear the
Bones humming
Singing like
A puncture
Killed to keep
The world turning
Throw his bones over
The White Cliffs
Of Dover
Into the sea
The Sea of Rome
And the bloodstained
Coast
Of Ostia
Leon like a lion
Sleeping in
The sunshine.
Lion lies down.