De-evolution Ad Nauseum

And we remember the blue of the year,

how the dawns grew, how roebuck

made still headlines in the trees

then danced into trajectories.

The screams of the highly-strung jays,

lamb tails wagging while they guzzled on teats.

How some folk discovered the countryside,

learnt how to walk but not how to behave,

how they choked the paths down to the beck,

with loud anecdotes and louder kids,

with their disposable barbeques,

mobile mini-bars and fighting dogs.

How dull men made the dry stones gleam.

How, even in the hills, stale piss cloyed the air.