* DCCCLXX*
In the New Building at *Medeshamstead* I touched (like an uncertain swimmer)
first the carved
cloak then the hand then almost (like a film of water) the unbroken vacant
eyes
of the third monk from the left on the Hedda Stone (marker for the mass
grave of the slaughtered) ultimate origin unknown
(like light)
--
David Bircumshaw
"A window./Big enough to hold screams/
You say are poems" - DMeltzer
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