Our Weird Regiment

In Martyn Crucefixs powerful new poems, the unearthed bones of the dispossessed gather together to march; in rural England, the whinnying of horses heralds an apocalyptic unease; amid October storms, there rises an acute sense of decline and fall as we stand, in hope maladroit as the woods riot. Elsewhere, the ancient pike remains the weapon / of choice in the defence of democracy as Our Weird Regiment evokes a sense of menace and insecurity in the environmental, political and personal spheres.