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today                                                      the leaves cry

              three thousand

 

              green tears

              for the leached out sky

 

                                                               the sun burns

 

at a breathless fog                              that winds itself

 

              until it becomes a shroud

 

around the trunk

       of a dead man

 

seeps and pools               spools

                                                        like blood

 

in the hollows

of his wounds

 

they found him

                                                    early and half buried

              hooded and tied

 

              dispatched with five freshly

              scabbed over

       gunshot wounds

 

one in the head

   one in each limb

                 at the joint

 

              Constable Hughes met her

face at the front door

              removed his hat

 

                     brushed away the sweat

       she wept

 

                     out in the garden

                     the young boy swung

                 at the end of a rope

 

his shouts                                              hung on branches

 

                 and in the house crying

 

heart-sore                         ripped bare                     sighs

 

                  words swept away

 

       by the wind


Nigel McLoughlin

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