Where Beneath This Hill

Where beneath this hill can I find you still? In your black mink coat, palms so immense they've tunnelled the earth, uprooted a daffodil all for a worm, have you no common sense? You've uprooted the boundary barbed wire fence. I splat down the soil, flatten your overspill I stamp down your mounds with my espadrille with you, I've never seen - I'm becoming incensed. Pack up your belongings and leave my address each waking morning, new bombs have fallen let's get out the beach flags and wave fanfares; The Moles they're a-coming, our house has befallen?