The ubiquitous now come home to roost
Who'd went without space to occupy,
but eat the loving hearts & the tinned
wallpaper, pressing on the lonely beds.
The endless road, that voluptuary,
tacked them to a portion of ill making,
terribly sweet it filled a front room,
such venom leaving never a trace
traced the children who were fitted up
to suit its dispersed purposes.
Here is the exact spot. I rest my case
& yours, & your mother's also
mouths out of its permanent abeyance,
saying, take what you wish to make
jam, of its contents, of its kind.
I rest my case. The trinkets & memento
spill in like soft rain in a soft chair
waving their flag for England;
that was the road & this the annexe,
niche for the soaked wayfarers,
so assiduously their way was re-routed.
Flesh & blood bears flesh & blood
only so far; in passing you & I bear
resemblance burnt as track-marks,
lifted & shed on the slack hemisphere.
Witness it, winged seedlings, for
example you might flutter & rest;
settle for these ransacked; we occupy
their holidays & strike root, we
stoop to eat within the vacated cabins.