Journey Of The Mad - Eye.

 oculis in coelum:

 'Jealous of Diss, was how we travelled:
We fell upon no train track,
nor electrification of the lines.
In the bitter end we hadn't even Town-Hall
to argue from and hard times beset us all'
From Suffolk gulag we fled Hugh Bigod
and many regretted thereafter:
the Jealous-Eye; the hounds of Diss;
the Retteries, the Chandlers and the Drapers -
All gone. The only blessed hope?
A Skate-park! and documented -
By all of these means were we dis-entitled:
Typographic error and archivist;
by the lack of train platform and bus-shelter;
by the rood screening of Ninian Comper;
by Leonard P, whose observations
of an over-night desertion, were, in fact
slowed, as if to lever pain to the highest,
by a thousand years....
Still, we did travel on
and a hard time we did have of it
preferring an un-ending night-walk
without the illumination
of home-fires or hearths.
Voices whispered from the roadside:
"This is all folly"....

But at last, we did reach some temperate places.
We found refuge for an island folk
By widening our boundaries and stopping
by the sea as we knew it.
We became again, professional
and when we saw this birth gave orders:
To our Butchers: 'Take out his eyes' and
to our undertakers: 'Send them to Heav'n'

'We have seen so much dying
and are now an alien people -
without homes to return to'

Cradling our copies of The Suffolk Guide
We pray for more births and a good review...