Thursday, October 8, 2009

Leave no Stone

Leave no stone unturned.


Crawl, city crabs,

crack the concrete.

Bulldoze the beeches

and branches,

the banks, the bricks;

grub up the orchards,

dig the dirt,

( though you are the dirt. )

Leave no stone unturned.


Ringfence every square inch

with Border barriers and cones.

Gather round, high viz men

( as if more visibility were needed. )

Lean over the waiting skips.

Leave no stone unturned.


Barricade the bus-stop.

Hang around, half-booted

high-viz men. Hang off

the high-backed trucks.

Leave no stone unturned.


Sit static in threes

during the morning,

the afternoon lunchbreaks,

dozing off doubt,

deadening deliberation;

awaiting further instructions

in destruction.


Sit static in threes

until your image is imprinted

behind my eyes, yes and

behind the dashboard

of every van

in England.


Leave no-one unconned.

Leave no road unconed

Leave no stone unturned.