Whilst mapping orkney during
the last great freeze not even
welsh whiskey rings could thaw
The well expose and changing world
that will never be wish to be seen .
Smelting all the road signs to forge
Ahead in this risky boxed game
Often craving Bon Liberty.
A ton of love salted in November.
The uncomfortable thought of forgetting
The past and allowing others too
Direct what they rejected.
Ever word you say age’s me like Hadrian.
Were you wormed after your country
No longer need you.