Time Slip Poem by mark littler

Off the road
A walk in the park
Anti city of natures primary roar

Damp plastic hung skinny from ash tree
Lightning forked on something like an oak
Stump raised in flight and fungus lime

Wood carried fears
Horizontals all
Something of the dazzle
Blue is up there

Heat, sound, tropic
Static, a buzz

same place
different time
or is it the other

brute skin fury hungry in a good carnage
bone arrow bowmen
eyes open to their gods

feather and bird skin
long ivory crushed from freshly killed beast a thousand hours ago

concrete stays in the distance
not part of this
I try not to turn

Feel a knock passing and they are gone