A straggle of figures litters the path
Stumbling, windblown, straying apart,
A ragged assembly against graphite clouds,
Inky - black smudges blurred by the rain
Flapping dark shadows, crows circle above them.
Struggling, the figures cluster together
Wearily shuffling, standing then slumping.
Rag dolls with stuffing steadily leaking.
Far away faintly, a wind-torn crying,
The fading call of a solitary bird
Nearer, the sound of someone sighing
And the soft thudding of falling earth.