Death of a Natruralist

• Flax had rotted down there, weighted down by huge sods
• there were dragonflies, spotted butterflies but best of all was the warm thick slobber
• I would fill jampotfuls of jellied specks to range on windowsills at home
• For they were yellow in sun and brown. In rain.
• I sickened, turned and ran. The great slime kings were gathered
• poised like mud granades, their blunt heads farting.