Crocs
	
	As anyone discovers delves
	the Masai-Mara is themselves,
	crocs have always lain in wait
	to drag us under to our fate
	beneath our thrashing hooves above;
	that is how we live and love -
	as wildebeests condemned to ride
	their gauntlet to the other side.
 
	All crocs wear a smiling face;
	like sirens that we would embrace,
	they beckon us to take the plunge,
	and then, while we’re at swim, they lunge
	with laughing Pluto jaws agape.
	You may get lucky and escape,
	but soon enough, without a doubt,
	those smiling jaws will take you out.
 

	Equation 
 
	one for every instant gone 
	and also yet to come 
	plus one to be getting on with
        	=
	all the worlds within
	the world without
	which none could be.
 
 
	Conundrum
 
	His face was lovely, I admit,
	a soft, cherubic counterfeit
	of faces one might meet in Heaven,
	every feature neat and even.
	That’s the way it sometimes is
	with an adolescent’s phiz.
 
	But, of course, it couldn’t last;
	for Heaven doesn’t have a past
	or a future, just a now,
	and no-one knows exactly how
	now can be continued when
	nother now has made it then.

	
	Venus in the Embrace of Mars 
 
	Fertility and bloody war;
	that’s what they were famous for
	- Venus to inspire the deeds
	which satisfied the other’s needs
	- producing so that he might spend.
	Beauty they would vilipend
	as young Adonis would discover
	when he refused to be her lover.
	 
	Yet beauty’s pledge is when it goes
	it doesn’t wither like the rose
	but stays configured in the sky
	for Heaven’s hosts to glorify.
	When Mars has had his last embrace
	to propagate the human-race
	and kill it off, Adonis will
	be seen 
    	           and loved 
            	                   and worshipped still.


	Schrφdinger’s Duck 1 
 
	When the quantum-wave collapses,
	the multitudinous “perhapses”
	become, they say, just one “for sure”;
	the rest, they hazard, find the door 
	to other worlds. But what I say,
	for what it’s worth, is that today
	my arms are empty, love has flown
	and in this world I lie alone.
 
	“Now you see me; now you don’t.”
	So said the tufted-duck whose wont
	is to pop up where it will
	and who can pin-point where until
	it surfaces again? One sees
	only possibilities
	until the quantum-wave has crashed
	and all our quondam hopes are dashed.
 

	Schrφdinger’s Duck 2
 
	Failures one; successes nil.
	And that will be the score until
	the dice are thrown again to land
	where chance once more can play a hand.
	It’s much like guessing where the duck
	will reappear; it’s down to luck
	and maybe to a prayer the odds
	are not against you to the Gods
	 
	- like the one behind the wave
	whose trident makes the surf behave
	and do his bidding out of reach
	of all who stand upon the beach
	and watch the wave until it tumbles
	on disappointment’s shore and crumbles.
	All we’re left with in the end
	is broken waves that will not mend.
	 
	
	Said the Satyr to the Faun
 
	What god is good that cannot undermine
	by starting up a riot in the groin?

 
	All of a Sudden
 
	The ground just opened up, it seems,
	    without a hint or intimation,
	as laughter turned to gasps and screams
    	and revelry to revelation. 

	
	 Meltdown
 
	All fall down like a house of cards
	gone blat at. All the President’s 
	horses and men... When queue
	went to barge, spirits were rising
	as demons danced in the forest.
 
	Then came the gaping silence,
	when all you could hear was the sonic
	boom of the bat in pursuit
	of the bug and the tom-tom drum
	of the ear of the bat in reply.
 
	Spirits laughed to behold the collapse;
	collaboration in ruins!
	Still not a sound to be heard
	- spirit laughter is silent.
	Then a demon shrieked in delight.
 
	Who hadn’t seen it? There was death
	in the air from the start,
	he smell of decomposition.
	ne of the gods owed one of the gods;
	he time had come to collect.