How old my Skeleton?

how old my skeleton?

new tricks from old translated 

(last will and testament)

from root of youth to aged vegetable

red cabbage eyes on the armoured Juliette

winking hard soft comfort

a southern man in a Dorset tone

chords cut and dried to the singing bone

pancake flat through gills of flatulence;

old man thin in the fat side of the mouth

blue-brown-to-grey

(three times a day)

come strangers dressed in green of camouflage.

two Caesars crawl like armpits

through the stomach of a fly

to sit beside my rocking chair

to dance three fingers through my hair

sewer grey; neatly cut and dried;

how old this new years day?

remember once as boys and girls

we went outside to play

plucked feathers from the Bramley's teeth

and sang our loud Hooray!

how old the memory?

now flushed, well fed, and warm.

now voiceless as each mornings' drop of rain;

to share each touch my troubled mind;

though I cannot share my pain;