catharsis in the stones
the cat’s eyes see beyond
the empty cottages,
roofless in the rain grass,
bowdlerised, under-stated,
de-slated, under boulder skies.
sees the fool’s told history,
icy in streams that boldly cut
through the pretending heath,
warmed by the mountebank sun,
that promises a cure for all, in time;
in dreams, if you would so believe,
that the stag at rut
once more will boom
majestic at his grace,
in the desolation of this place.
but the cat’s eyes see
beyond the lies.
sodden in sleep
and knowingly curled,
under these
rain grass boulder skies.
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