Where is the point of interception?
Where does the wild locate?
Is there a crossing point?
Like the message from underground
Vandalisme e verite
Our fellow vertebrates
Alive alert hungry angry
Leave pustules of graffiti
And what if I think about ‘the Major’
Back home in Totnes
Bearing the wounds of his beating
At the hands of, I imagine, a group of drunk young men
At Euston Station
Perhaps he attempted to remonstrate with them
They left him for dead
But he survived
His flesh healed
His bones healed
Straightened by medics (at UCH I assume)
Straightened as best they could
Good enough for him to make the pilgrimage
To Santiago de Compestella
A well-known figure in Totnes with his white staff
And his eye-patch
Creatures of the night
When the rules are different
Madness closer to the surface
The wounds of our past and future battles surface at 2 a.m.
Pounding the corridors
Scratching at the door to be let in
Ah a lizard has come to join me
I’ll continue to sit here in the shade
While it enjoys the sun
Two lizards, then three
They scatter under the rosemary bush
As I turn my head
And when I rise and walk back
I glimpse the scatterings of maybe ten others.