There's honey in the

hollows

And the countours

of the body

A sluggish

golden river

A sickly golden trickle

A golden, sticky trickle

You can hear

the bones humming

And the car

reverses over

The body in the basin

In the shallow

sea-plane basin.

And the car

reverses over

And his body rolls over

Crushed

from the shoulder

You can hear the

Bones humming

Singing like

a puncture

Killed to keep

the world turning

Throw his bones over

The White Cliffs

of Dover

Into the sea

The Sea of Rome

And the bloodstained

coast

Of Ostia

Leon like a lion

Sleeping in

the sunshine.

Lion lies down.