cemetery

Thought I’d post this whilst I’m here.

Two goats
Push their heads
Through the gate –
Daintiness
Huffs in the mist.

Chickens march
Pausing to mourn over lumps.

Why don’t they straighten out
Those stones? I said.
I’ll do it myself.
One day I’ll come here
And I’ll do it my fucking self.

The goats race away,
Tripping into each other’s backs –
Chasing a happiness
That comes for them every day.

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