Bones are buried under thoughtful crosses
perched on high steeples marking up the wilderness,
abysmal wild wind, church tower giving shelter
to the wrens and the sparrows circulating
undulating groups in crowded peppery feathery
masses against the chalk white sky,
clustered in groups on high thick
electrical cable waiting to move in
group think for food to be picking at in
near-dark shortest days of the
year.
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(December 21rst 2013)
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