Fully Appalled by the Reticent Toot

Nothing turns the mind a bit
Like the sound
Of the unwound
When lit.

And no-one reads the earth so profoundly,
Like one who walks its circumference,
Then exhausted sleeps,
So soundly.

And when there is silence,
And the countdown begins,
I choke on my laughter -
For her awkward sin.

She weaves to and fro,
Then, like the clouds, breaks wind.