Countrylife

Smear yourself in countrylife
In black stuff and rye
With consequence and gratitude
The milk and honey of
The promised land
Coat thyself in and
Dance
Let them
Those wearing cities and towers
To cover up their shame
Doused in perfumes
Of diesel and the mob
Let them point and shout
While you revel in
Countrylife
Sweat out swamps and mud
To make up foundations
Of property and chattels both
Walk then run
Head high and
Dance
In the wholesome embrace of
Countrylife in open space
Greet the sun as it
Beats upon you
Smear oneself in indulgence
Not the papal kind
The kind that tastes of
Fornication and beer
Armour in contradictions
And shots of whiskey
Let them point and shout
Those trapped now in
Citizen ivory towers
Of their own make
Walk then run
Into sunshine
Dance and embrace
Consequence and gratitude
Countrylife

By: Daniel Smallegange