Monday, 26 April 2010


High in the sky on
his heavenly bed
the hunter Orion
has rested his head.

He floats over Exe
and stares up into space.
He thinks about sex .
There’s a smile on his face.

He splays out his legs.
As he dreams through the night
his left foot’s on Exmouth,
on Dawlish, his right.

While over the flood
where Exe meets Clyst
he has grasped his long sword
in his whopping great fist.

Over Exeter town
His proud head gleams.
Goodnight Orion!
Orion, sweet dreams!

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