Listen to me, bloated fields! Hark, ye old
windmills and lanes! I’m a children’s story
book! Hey, black wings! Scary rainbow oils!
I am the snow! Waiting for the sun to die!
Stomping through their lonely hoofprints!
Running off like steam at the mouth! Let’s
eradicate gold and plagiarise the sunset!
I am the know! Together with the horse and
crow I bang out hits to feed the sparrows!
Incendiary! Bonfire whig! I am the element
that science hasn’t discovered yet! Wham!
I am the crow! Sitting on the horse’s head!
I am the horse! Sit somewhere else instead!