The Mudlark Poem by Jim Middleton

Present thyself in the sacred dolmen
The hair on my body stands erect in the crisp night air
Privacy is provided by a natural resource, a blanket of darkness
I rub the earth against my body, sphagnum arousal the cheapest temptation
Head to toe the ritual is methodical
A tube of moonlight breaks through the forest canopy and exposes me
Once a white clean completion now a creature of the night
For I am the MUDLARK!