the moon
a bleach spot stain
on the cloud rug
headstones
clenched askew
like old man knuckles
the dead
gone to ground
no more waiting to do
the darkness
smudged me indistinct
under combover trees
& wrought iron arrows
& hallowed dirt
fed booze revelation
in the meaning dearth
come dawn
squirrels beat birds
to dew heavy crumbs
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