I run on the bridge
and the children after me
Jonathan
Jonathan they call
a little blood
just a little blood to top off the honey
I agree to the pierce of a tack
but the children want
and they are children
and I am Jonathan
They lop off my head with a gladiola
stalk and gather my head
with two gladiola stalks and wrap
my head in rustling paper
Jonathan
Jonathan they say
forgive us really
we didn’t imagine you were like that