A Psalm of Stone

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A merlin whiffles and surveys

a ditch and bank, grateful 

for now open land and prey;

 

leaving bark and sap 

and leaf unsheathed; 

replaced by rootless fruit 

 

of earth.  Oak and beech 

suspire and sing

a bitter psalm of stone. 

 

2.

Too early for dew, the Sun 

garlanded in frosted mizzlemist, 

Sends the briefest scintilla 

 

to trace the blue hour,

as processors slow-slip 

through the lithic forest’s

 

long winter shadows.

Wheeling as their voices keen

a bitter psalm of stone.

 

3.

Exultant  laity shouts

an epileptic canticle

as wind sheared wheat 

 

rattles an indolent protest,

drowned in hammerfire

and brutish duther.

 

Its slack maraca 

rhythm rings 

a bitter psalm of stone.

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