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Posted 20.02.24

Come A Cropper

Shape a mystery with your garden roller,
Star-lit criminal. Keep an eye behind your
Shoulder for some spoil-sport scarecrow
Could be watching as you flatten down

The golden stalks into phenomenon.
They’ll bear witness to your geometric
Schemes designed to send a shiver through
A spine or two, and stoke the ashes of

A fire long smouldering without desire.
And should you feel the touch of Martian
Intervention, who’s to say, some senile
Professor may indeed proclaim that their

Intention was to capture thugs like you.
And say they’re kind enough to loosen
Straps, and grant you space-washed views,
Could you sense a pattern in the stars

Akin to warning, or explaining current doom?
If you’d only sculptured sweeter pastures,
(Or left some video evidence, perhaps), your
Abandoned roller wouldn’t point to fraud.