Fire and Claw Cadenza

Fire and claw
the devil's dancing out

tonight
under the bushes
low winds howl

the bowels of the earth
have opened wide,
they spew the latent odours
from their guts
and roam secretly
about below the huts of man,

stirring the brew
of fogs legs
and toads slippers
to a pulp
among the rotting fungi

a smile a mile across
as the gape of the earth parts
swallows the woods

regurgitated
they swim out on the cascades
of dirty foam
in the old weir
dark, dank, dreaded
and black

oozing mud that stinks
like the back end of a brontosaurus
all insects run for cover
as waves of sinking matter
swirl round and round
to disappear

in the vortex
of the drains of hell

a dandelion ventures out
where none has grown before
what's all the fuss
it shakes its yellow head
sending dandruff everywhere

pollutes the soup
of composted leaves
catching spiders legs
and sausages
cast from the house on the hill
the whole garbage can
floats and shivers in the blasts

glassy beetles cling to drainpipes
centipedes run
wood lice hide
and the ancient crow watches
cackling a cadenza for his love.