23 JANUARY 1993, Page 37

New Man

When my head fell from the bed make the best of it I said, listen to the floor and I heard rumble of the mill still in the wood, rasp, split, sighs of timber dreamed I rolled in white pine shavings, wisps, cedar chips, covered over and raving that I healed myself and back in bed full of knowing how to keep myself together, not caring when she says I am a wooden man.

Ted McNulty