‘The word that is used most often by visitors is “Peaceful”’
Rough magic -
rock tomb entrance or birth canal?
of the wodwo’s mouth,
here the human animal
is half mermaid, half basilisk.
Cat masks are Aztec
eviscerations of the yelling heart.
Plus all the squealing fun of the fair –
greased pig wrestlers, rebeck fiddlers.
Like do-it-yourself chest surgery
or gurner yanking cheeks apart
the local Sheila is never shut.
Here hungry hands
reach round the belly of the stoup.
Fear the cartoon creature in yourself
where dragons chew each others’ tails
endlessly - of Darwin’s
dance of life and death the repeat.
Birds caught in Celtic foliage
shriek, snap with their beaks, for release.
Even the paschal lamb
carrying its cross is ridiculous.
In a cauldron of green Hills
someone has stirred a grisly pot.
Here we may look with the upside down gaze
of the man hurtled to Hell
as at a misericord
up God’s backside.