When a rockslide traps the fish –
little fish in a little pool –
the fish swim ’round and ’round
and ’round and ’round and ’round
When a rockslide traps the fish –
little fish in a little pool –
the fish swim ’round and ’round
and ’round and ’round and ’round
Sometimes while walking I close my eyes
and fall into the sun-
shine that would catch me
(it’s so warm) were I to fall
and I do
and it does
I was surprised to hear a doctor in Holland
say
he keeps a knife and club by his bed.
What he will if necessary do,
I’ll not want to know.
But that the world is big
and the night long
is,
as the burglar will see,
indisputable.
One outside, one inside
the station. One at night,
one in the morning.
One shouting, one not.
One man watching,
sick with his belly in a hole.
This morning the morning more rural
passed by – cows, grace, grass
and wire –
sun and all that nothing
to do, so I did it (in lieu)