Once it was
ploughed chocolate coloured earth
extending to the next shire.

Now cairns mark out the boundaries;
hostile thistles
have settled

bringing scrubgrass, nettles, some scraggy
despairing sheep long disowned. And
strutting crows

at sunfall, when tumuli
return to what they are,
invaders felled in long forgotten anger.

Soil can be grassed over, but not cleansed.
Fury malingers.

Robert James Berry

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