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undead heads perhaps, dave? bill > On 22 Jan 2014, at 8:32 pm, David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > * Nocturne* > > > > Each night all a cabinet’s drawers hurtle > > open, its filing flung as if wind-blown. > > A twisted aerial crooks to a sinking signal. > > I bury my heads in a sprouting loam. > > > > db > > > > -- > David Joseph Bircumshaw > Website and A Chide's Alphabet > http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk > The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html > Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/david.bircumshaw > twitter: http://twitter.com/bucketshave > blog: http://groggydays.blogspot.com/ > Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.com >