undead heads perhaps, dave?
bill
> On 22 Jan 2014, at 8:32 pm, David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> * Nocturne*
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> Each night all a cabinet’s drawers hurtle
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> open, its filing flung as if wind-blown.
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> A twisted aerial crooks to a sinking signal.
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> I bury my heads in a sprouting loam.
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> David Joseph Bircumshaw
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