[ɪ] flints [ʌ/ ʊ] push [ɒ] soft [əʊ] loam [e/ eə:] men [ei] tail

[ʊə/ u/ u:] Toome [au] mouth [æ] slab [ɔː/ ɔɪ ] balls


My mouth holds round
soft blasting ,
Toome, Toome,

as under the dislodged

slab of the tongue

I push into a souterrain
prospecting what new
in a hundred centuries'

loam, flints, musket-balls,
fragmented ware,

torcs and fish-bones

till I am sleeved in

alluvial mud that shelves
suddenly under

bogwater and tributaries,
elvers tail my hair.