they weevill this pale chrysanthemum
or are clegs, hoverflies
devilling the beach with desert blossom
– freak monsoon
of blanks stirring up ginger sand
and the pale sun an icon of itself
on sallow cloud, a tick on a horse’s dock
cushioning the cock that would flower black
and soft as an inkcap.
At the twitch-belly of sky
hang the three stinging Harriers
horsefly, hoverfly, cleg.