Overheard Over The Flags


A miserable day persists outside,
one of those that does not dry,
nor simmer down to a partial boil
on the stove of mud wet, deep brown soil.

And on the phone in the kitchen again,
voices and scribbles with dry point pens
are heard amongst the Radio 4
break for lunch and another war.
What was said were words so coarse
that with a single hit, hard force
led me to beg for mercy’s cure
‘it’s back again, the colon cancer’.