June 14, 2017

 (Image copyright: Heart Radio, June 14th, 2017)

Beneath the bridge, beside the road,

a company lies down their load.

A single face is worn by all,

darkened by the midnight call.

No sign will point, for them, a way

to keep their memories at bay;

a silence in the wake of screa...

June 11, 2017

Running through the wheatfields,

With the last of the woods laid low, 

Our company heard a cuckoo,

In lament we rose to sow.

A mist from our boughs ascended,

Out of daylight a moon shone clear,

A stain from the sky descended,

And the flood crept slowly near.

No ark has co...

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