1.
the wood fence panels fidget
irritated
in their concrete hold-poles
behind the
wheelie bins hollow flap
&
in the night winds ahoy
grace gone
like the trees they were
are gone
& theres a to & fro about it all
out there
a forced system
a reduced symphony
out there
in the night winds ahoy
2.
& voices that might not be voices
faintly row out there
muddy aggro samples
buried in the techno
of structure & maintenance
plastic gutters
tremble & thrust
baby weak
in their cupping brackets
& against the small screws
in the dark winter of the world
& the night winds ahoy
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