the singing white eyes of this bird silent snow

forty little words leaping on a green ant

a black cross stretching the river in your change

pawprints deep in the forest you swallow

lilies tremble the wake of the pond children

dying trees
I religiously swallow
the bright sea

homesick
we bend towards
the crisis music

death comes to buy me the cottage darkness

John McManus

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