Fuck

O, take me to the Countryside,
and give me something that is alive.

Rub the mud into my skin -
revive my flesh with words akin
to,
everything that's green and pleasant in this bloody land.

City old, cankering, mew,
sounds and noise and me and you.
Crush it out with spuds and shit,
matter organic, rot and pith.

Fuck the party.
Fuck the news.
Fuck the road.
Fuck change.
Even -
fuck staying the same.

Instead remember that death and life,
all began in the countryside.