After the Geese Have Gone
We were that grass you spoke of sir
amidst a blur of wings igniting;
swaying tall from out our marsh
in briefest glimpse of sacred writing.
Now rippled waters long to cleanse
our feet of muddied clay;
all wings are silenced of their song
gone ghost within our sway.
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