Barbed Wire Horizon
Wind caresses like approaching death
last years wool trembling late
on rusting wire above the wall
little tortures of twisted fate
Standing on the narrowing road
I counted memories in my mind
touched by blade of rains revenge
not needed here, but there defined
Blue-grey cloud sailed on more
some reaching gently to touch the earth
its fingers wrought to kiss the grass
and rain from west and bitter north
I finally turned on down the lane
and buried my hands deeper still
the darkening sky is shallow cover
but devours the day for evening chill
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