come-bye flock on rubber hauled
shod wheel shod foot and all gear weighted
tread calcite veins through rise and fall
choked boundaries bounded
to shield a landscape from this temper
‘till haemorrhaged
into metre feet as point directed
tomorrow’s fossils mill the past
stare sullen cow and penny bough
where present tears of history trickle
from a face not lately washed
but melts of grey and echo smoothed
as nature veils a self-harm scar
up swallows soar and climbers poke
to place a kiss upon a wound
that hurts still
of choice
upon reflection
i ponder by the tarn
where water sits and waits
in mirrored silence
watching
the night crow’s wings
spread shot-peppered through
to the forge wrought skies beyond the
ivory mouths of moon sirens