Salt sack.

At Gable end of the old cinema they hung 

hocks in army surplus sacks filled with salts 

till the greenhouse needles dropped 

from the bare bone news feeds clandestine 

marrows meeting their carved end 

into misspelt Chinese lanterns hibiscus 

Conversations not for our ears 

Protesters lighting the field of play

for gliders to land near the flooding 

Sensitive curving stream Insight 

of pagoda searching every inch 

Of camouflaged history tea stained 

Forgery verified with penny black.