The Man Made of Moss

feels a fondness for small walls,
    sometimes has an unexpected urge
to hide in crevices, or fill in lettering
     on the gravestones of the parish.

Seeming old, but always young,
   he loves small secrets, like the names
he hides as soon as he finds:
  Zillah Pinder, Eliza Major, William (could be "Antcliff"?)....

Seth Crook

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The artwork is by Georgia Crook.