A Dream Of Osiris
(A woodcut poem in three pieces)

Crushed under leaden skies unable to breathe heavy limbs weak to rise too weak the weight presses the airy I compresses the fluid self into one stone cell.

Then rage within the beast breaks out the bonds cast down the shaken air roars wide and echoes clash.

Now leaps the changing shape unfolds its wings and lusts for heights but claws the winds it cannot seize the sky to climb beyond.

Woodcuts and poem for Ben
January 1995