SAVAGERY

There the rigid tremble
Where the fragile hold tight
Framed by a morning not yet dawn
And a strutting stork with beating wings
Heartless beats to a savagery of footsteps
 
An early blue tit bobs the wind like words
Sung furiously at daylight  
 
hay-ho hay-oh let them go
 
Heavens there's another violin  
Cat gut strings gnawing at a cold fish  
In the centre of an empty bed
 
I wonder if we ever made love
Or was it just powder and make up
And shouting  
Shouting to one too far gone to call back
 
What new savagery  
Would those footsteps bring
Take pause before this poem ends