Drops tremble crystal chandelier baubles
tree-hung magnify early sun Magnificat
mist creeping trailing snail blanket
of damp over spring greening grass.
Sun will come Rex tremendae with
golden promises burning with no warmth.
Here peace falls with veils of morning larks
unsinging in these fields ploughed and listless
no evening linnets laus laus but jay and crow
squabble with undertakers of magpies.
Nothing is as it seems when the gloss
is peeled back on this green and pleasant land,
dies irae in the offing, cloud-billow dark
as dungeons de profundis spewing fire
if not today then tomorrow.