Gas mask. 

I doggedly dig i allegedly dug a dog 

that digs called in from the cold frame

hole to get the blood and bone 

from whence it was and whence it came.


at once i gladly roared at lions on tins 

to sit by fire toasting hands Cupping ginger 

Burning the overs in tapered paper wire.


whilst wearing gas mask detecting leaks 

to save the fallen wild rock in Belgian 

chimneys bathed in orange and mauve.


the double needles blank seven 

Dubious twelve.