Fallen Birdman
The oldman in the
cripplechair
Died in transit through the air
And slopped into the road.
The driver of the lethallorry
Trembled out and cried: 'I'm sorry,
But it was his own fault'.
Humans snuggled round the mess
In masochistic tenderness
As raindrops danced in his womb
but something else obsessed my brain,
The canvas, twistedsteel and cane,
His chair, spreadeagled in the rain,
Like a fallen birdman.
Roger McGough
