Sun Bet
I was sure the sun would win, so I put a bet on
9-1
I bet Egypt, Mexico and most of Spain
I bet Lorca, too, for that matter
And you were somewhere in the sky, chasing birds
You heard me scream from the bookies when I lost
Then the land went dark and impenetrable
and the hills kept silent and looked away
They knew, as did the seas, the mountains, the forests
They must’ve had a hot tip, or something
David Mac is one of the greatest forklift drivers to emerge from the UK. His words have appeared in many mags, journals, zines, sites and blogs. He hides out somewhere deep in the Bedfordshire Hell.