a-minded of the tides of cwm ivy
the horses stand on the salt marsh
an inch either side of the land ~ sea
there the lightless house is broken
where the cormorants roost their night
waxed in moonlight long down across
the weed that seethes were the sea
sees a loneliness in the vastness
of a vanished star
i roll my sleeves down over my hands
as the leaves fall and the reeds blow
and cotton grass crosses the path
i have a premonition
as my eyes close on the view
the breach in the wall is irreparable
trees are muddied and dead
around which the cattle fence now
encloses a flanders field
i am shell-shocked to silence
evermore comes in with the tide
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