We awoke to the forest grinder
Hidden in the green of the garden
Internally rendering the green
A mouth with no stomach
Us too had no stomach
To be woken up in this manner
With the sound of gnashing
Steel teeth, gulping wood
We heard from the wind
On the window ‘KKKKKK’
As we made our green escape
In the EXIT’s lime lightbox
Then on the bus
With our coffee
Roasted like they do
In the bean-tin in Spain
An old one hacking up black tar bones
And a gaunt blonde making my toes curl
Flaying an apple’s flesh with her teeth in my ear
