A bluestone house next to the park, Near the edge of a country town. No scores to settle, yet a voice That wants fear to be the answer. Unrecognisable laughter. Look, he could taunt a bear, tell you He knows where your children are on A spinning globe, make stars break down Over cypress that shuts off light, Out of thin air make headlamps flare On the bay window, and set fire To a brace of brollies by the door. Friends wondered who, why. A hard fact: Some wed dark fantasy, and act.
Calls like storms