becoming broken

poems 1 Minute

©2023 michael raven

becoming broken
at the cairn
piled crossroads
a weather hum
of the knife in
the side of dawn

bury me bogwise
bury me fen
two feet down &
head upright
bury me bury me fen

give me down
soft lay my head
i
hear
you
above

and
i am
watching

two stone eyes
burning
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