Drunk monsters. 

There were number of rumours abound of drunk monsters 

that became those abattoirs lost in regressions 

of their missing childhoods running on the green 

towards Good kings 

over head with harps and hounds 

playing at their feet 

the well Worn Red dresses That it took 

in to wear Pulling the chariot about 

too wear the drink 

to forget the jailers keep a cross to inch into

adulthood looking for anchored behaviour 

Lost in steerage and castles you can keep 

if you learnt to split a bulb Found 

near a silo buried deep under beehive 

of the old flooded valley of jilted.