Since a decade and four
I’ve been a lonely commodity
on this moor -
A moor with aisle in aesthetics
An abode iced in polish and ethics.

Was feeling like a bundle of
vegetables in a supermarket
Like bicycle tyres buoying a starlet
Beware-of-dog structures in
numbers unbelieving -
A grave for the living.

It’s always been similar and singular -
A melee of vegetation and domiciles in a pose
Strings of automobiles touring the
Lonely stretch of asphalt and tar
Birds perched on giant trees, punctuating
the landscapes
As their voices echoed through the sphere
Lonely and of course bored
Hauled into a hood, walled with snow
With no heat to defroze.

. . .

Musa is all teeth as Titi picks her wares
Waving excitedly as he approaches his peers
The day will favour their hunting
As they legged the paths linking
Shacks and tracks.