The locusts have no king
they wandered about in sheepskins
speckled and spotted among the goats
They were stoned
hills melted like wax
mountains skipped like rams
And the pots, and the shovels, and the
snuffers, and the spoons
they gathered the quails
quails from the sea
pelican of the wilderness
And the frogs shall depart
riot in the day time
there should be yea yea, and nay nay?
rioting and drunkenness
chambering and wantonness
the emerald, and the carbuncle
remember the fish and the onyx stone
thy son’s mandrakes
a sparrow alone dipped the sop
pottage of lentiles
Beware of dogs
frogs come out of the mouth of the dragon
heap coals of fire on his head
vinegar to the teeth
the glory of his nostrils
shadowing the mercyseat
behold a flying roll
wings like the wings of a stork
ringstraked, and grisled
like the bowls before the altar like fine brass
and he treadeth the winepress
of horses; and of pipers, and of the bride
And the earth was without form
and the frogs died
Dave Hubble is a poet and visual artist based in Hampshire. He performs, hosts and writes about poetry. In 2019, he won the Bread & Roses poetry award and founded the Ghost River collective. He used to be a scientist. Navigational Array (Dense Weed, 2017) Blog: davehubblewriter.wordpress.com