Dog Walk in a Cloud - Blancmange

Let’s go for a walk

We can take some food

Have a talk as we walk

Let’s go for a walk

Past lunatic dogs

Heads full of moons and teeth

Along a long lane

We can talk as we walk

Take our own limping post wasp

Stung canine, canine

Deaf as a post

And to this world, world

Passing random scenes of fly tipping

There’s got to be money in that we’ll say

But there isn’t but there isn’t

One day let’s go back with power tools

Charged and make something of it

Make something of it

Make something of it

Make something of it

Let’s go for a walk

We can take some food

Have a talk as we walk

Let’s go for a walk

Open the gate then a diagonal setting

Across any field that’s vibrant velveteen green

Towards the dark woods and murderous cuds

Young cows tracking us myopically

As we pass through the second high pasture

At the gate, sanitised

A view reveals too few

We reached the top

No need to hoist a flag

This land isn’t ours

The moat to our left

Not a moat to boast about

The river, an estuary now silvery pingled

A way, way below

We pause

For photos of oaks and the like

Swapping phones which screen crash

And for our breath

We pause

Let’s go for a walk

We can take some food

Have a talk as we walk

Let’s go for a walk

Down then down we and Audrey limping tread

Cut across to the old church climbing a forbidden fence

A single bone signposts the churchyard gate

I guess the owner couldn’t wait

Plenty more hidden beneath grave stones

Under soft ground sinking

An official letter from a bishop

I think pinned to the door of the church

Forbidding someone somewhere to enter for some reason or other

It wasn’t that clear

Closing the gate the dog on the lead

Sanitised hands down the church drive

Back to the car then?

Let’s go for a walk

We can take some food

Have a talk as we walk

Let’s go for a walk

Let’s go for a walk

We can take some food

Have a talk as we walk

Let’s go for a walk