I lay you down so we are side by side.
You and me and Jack and Sian and William
Grains of salt tossed in sea. One in billions.
The angry fists of Angus hit the door,
Sian slips beneath the bed and out of sight.
“Oi! Are you in there? Get out here now, Jud.”
He seems to always be pentameter;
it hypnotises me. I go to him.
Food-flecked beard, cracked eyes, cuts on his knuckles,
he reeks of mackerel. “Where is she?” he spits.
“My Sian. Do you have her here, you p*****t?”
He shoves me aside and stomps his way in,
he holds me back as he looks round the room,
then he heads for the stairs. I grab his sleeve.
He spins, eyes flaming, harpoons in his teeth.
“I saw her. She passed here, headed for town,
Early this morning, as the moon went down.”
“You’re sure it was her? Did she look
