The inside of a man

The inside and the outside of a man,

the firm bark and the soaked rings –

both are the man himself.


The Future falls through

like buckshot flung

through a hollow solenoid trunk,

fast collapsing to the base.

But the bark does not quiver,

though if you listen carefully

you will hear


a thud, dull and morose

the death of the tree,


one day to be explored by children

who creep into the cavity

and hide their army men there.