The cumulus nimbles on Norland Moor
Where sedge festers and heather stretches
Infinite needles into the suckling sky.
At hushtimes, the peat releases low laments
Bemoaning the lot of those hollow men
That druids laid out on Ladstone Crag
To sate the starving elements. In waterlogged muskeg
And caustic mire, the undecayed scapemen wait,
Their limbs stiffen for earth-churning rebirth
That time and tremor will surely bring. Even now,
Scarecrows are sentried around the outcrop,
Just in case. Suffering is one very long day.
This suffocating, grey nimbostratus page
Will not turn over the undulating dale
Until the subsoil splits and seismic fissures
Hoist unfurling fists from the thundering deeps.
For now, the earthworm shuns this bitter taste
And fireflies hang their tapers on static hooks.
Rest against the Ladstone and linger awhile,
For here, the lightning shall shake the heath
And stone-age totems one day fall
Amid brimstone storm and sulphuric fury.
Where sedge festers and heather stretches
Infinite needles into the suckling sky.
At hushtimes, the peat releases low laments
Bemoaning the lot of those hollow men
That druids laid out on Ladstone Crag
To sate the starving elements. In waterlogged muskeg
And caustic mire, the undecayed scapemen wait,
Their limbs stiffen for earth-churning rebirth
That time and tremor will surely bring. Even now,
Scarecrows are sentried around the outcrop,
Just in case. Suffering is one very long day.
This suffocating, grey nimbostratus page
Will not turn over the undulating dale
Until the subsoil splits and seismic fissures
Hoist unfurling fists from the thundering deeps.
For now, the earthworm shuns this bitter taste
And fireflies hang their tapers on static hooks.
Rest against the Ladstone and linger awhile,
For here, the lightning shall shake the heath
And stone-age totems one day fall
Amid brimstone storm and sulphuric fury.