HARVEST


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.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s