Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Spring Months

You said April is the cruelest month
but that seems wrong to me
it neither drags nor rushes
and so it's free
of March's wornful torn out torment
holding Spring at the end of a twitching stick
and I always thought May was summer's bitch

April shows us what's to come;
days without jackets, nights without bed
garlands for garrisons sending down their dead.