Head of Outlying Stag Killed
By Me in Calke Park
     – wisped words of a wild version of a Vauncey Harpur-Crewe

I lay me
down in my

young
ster’s bed

in memory dis
membered in

sleep in
a memory in

            woods’

early morn
mist in

between

trees – hazy
shee    ts it is

me
it is

me be
twixt it is

            mememe

with my why
wide

deep blue
stare some

            where

            in between

                        dead  &  known

            a viv

            id stare

            liv

id as light
caught in a

stag’s snort
ed breath

my bed-linen’s
pale mist

            clings

to my
bristly neck

me I’m
a young

man with
two bone

            trees sprout

ing from my
sore fore

            head

some promise
of growth

            given

by some lost
thirsty god

            bro

ken by
a 12

bore’s twines
of blue

            smoke rising

through dew
glazed oak

            leaves so

            so it is

me me
me who

wets these
faint sheets

                        un

der the tang
led covers

            of my

            wild dreams