HEPTONSTALL

BLACK VILLIAGE OF GRAVE STONES
SKULL OF AN IDIOT
WHOSE DREAMS DIE BACK
WHERE THEY WERE BORN

SKULL OF A SHEEP
WHOSE MEAT MELTS
UNDER IT'S OWN RAFTERS
ONLY THE FLIES LEAVE IT

SKULL OF A BIRD
THE GREAT GEOGRAPHIE
DRAINED TO SUTURES
OF CRACKED WINDOWSILLS

LIFE TRIES.

DEATH TRIES.

THE STONE TRIES.

ONLY THE RAIN NEVER TRIES.

HEPTONSTALL OLD CHURCH

A GREAT BIRD LANDED HERE

IT'S SONG DREW MEN OUT OF ROCK
LIVING MEN OUT OF BOG AND HEATHER.

IT'S SONG PUT A LIGHT IN THE VALLEYS
AND HARNESS ON THE LONG MOORS.

IT'S SONG BROUGHT A CRYSTAL FROM SPACE
AND SET IT IN MENS HEADS.

THEN THE BIRD DIED.

IT'S GIANT BONES
BLACKENED AND BECAME A MYSTERY

THE CRYSTAL IN MENS HEADS
BLACKENED AND FELL TO PIECES.

THE VALLEYSWENT OUT.
THE MOORLAND BROKE LOOSE.

HEPTONSTALL CEMETERY

WIND SLAMS ACROSS THE TOPS.
THE SPRAY CUTS UPWARD.

YOU CLAW YOUR WAY
OVER A GIANT BEATING WING.

AND THOMAS AND WALTER AND EDITH
ARE LIVING FEATHERS.

ESTHER AND SYLVIA
LIVING FEATHERS

WHERE ALL THE HORIZONS LIFT WINGS
A FAMILY OF DARK SWANS

AND GO BEATING LOW THROUGH STORM-SILVER
TOWARD THE ATLANTIC.

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