B Anne Adriaens
Two Poems
Thoughts from an early morning walk
The dead under Cley Hill relive their battles and set the sky on fire.
Beyond our reach, the powerlines stretch from pylon to pylon
in a march across the fields and roads: a straight line
buzzing with the current that feeds our frenzy.
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