43 - Ted Hughes

A cry is coming closer

Like a child coming up the road
Leaves blood somewhere
Keeps its staggering bones together
Has lost all the jigsaw of words
Searches round cloud comes out at teeth
Will be revenged on the walls

Shrinks itself into dust
Hangs onto an angel that keeps crashing further up the road
Bores its head into the road

Grows enraged grows huge has swallowed the sun gags
Is amazed, tries to surface, recovers
Eats eats earth, earth cry gulps too much like salt water
Lifts eyes like little gutted animals
Lifts mouth broken with dirt
But has found itself, is tightly in its own hand

Will not be denied

Is coming home, is happy

Slowly opens its ocean