This is a rewrite of "Rooks" with an additional strophe which gives it new
focus. I think I realised what poem I was in fact writing after I had posted
it before.
Redeemed by Irises.( for Vincent)
south of the bone
-white church in high elms
they racket
swirl around thorned
nests knot-bunched
in top branches
they scavenge laced wheat,
Theo! always
snake-limbed cypresses
tumultuous stars
light-haloed lamps
burn night's
black they tumble-
down in raucous mockery
harsh against a sun
-bleached sky
beaked and fractious
as dinning taunts of madness.
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