Cigars

CIGARS

I was on the path behind
Fenced in by shrubbery and willow
Two four by fours sat on the edge
Yesterday a man with glasses asked me
‘Have you seen any flocks?’
To which I said no.
He had a thick chin with hammock
Skin hanging. A posh accent, but
You knew he didn’t want to speak to me
It must have been the trackies.
I took a glance at the vehicles and watched
Them light up, with a cloud of
Smoke hitting the windscreen
Satisfied after the ejaculation of bullets
As bodies of white and grey feathers
Lay scattered around the field