Unfolded letters

City

There has been a little war in the city

Chopped at the ankles
Like the Kelvingrove Tiger
Trees clipped to fists
Canker at the wrists

Fists of fruit like hand grenades
Terrible and dry shiny
Bully the birds
(like fashion at girls)

Faces like pears and moaned vowels
Screaming like a slow train
Aging like cigar smoke
Their nature is stillborn
April 2007