The wind with reverence
Blows the Angelus across the meadow.
The sunburn man with features slim,
Cap in hand says his prayers.
The horse, anxious to move, warns the flies
of his masters love.
The grass mouse is given two minutes to live,
the curlews nest has been reprieved
for this sacred time.
A silent pause for absolution,
and the murder – machine begins again.
The killing for survival.