Graham Masterton

certain people wanted a place to hide certain remains that they didn’t want nobody to find,

umps of sticky mud pattering off the wheels

raggedy old brown tweeds and gumboots

John strode long-legged down toward the gate.

steady drizzle, with a beery-breathed

slate roof, with six or seven leafless elms standing

sharply-sloping driveway led down

a step back on to the pavement.

If theres one thing the devil cant bear, its mockery.

If theres one thing the devil cant bear, its mockery.