I’m a sentinel, fair Romeo
- scanning the liquid dark,
and ready to whisper alarm
at the first sign of romance.

I have shed thousands of skins,
My bones have grown and matured,
My brain is slow but wiser,
But, I am the same within,
A special branded piece.
20/11/2020

its true that when folk stop believing in God
(even though they claim otherwise)
they will believe in anything
(take note conspiracy theorists)
the terror and the fascination
of falling into the hands of God

The Ice dogs are howling

Hear them roar

Loose on the wastelands

They mean war

Patrolling at the margins

Looking for an ‘in’

Listen to them calling

Let fighting begin

Scarred of greying muzzle

Torn and rent of ear

They sing throughout the ages

A song of blood and fear

The world will always listen

To their glory tales of  war

We invite them to come calling

As they raise an armoured paw

Then we watch our soldiers falling

As we always have before!