Bethany - Poem by Brian Taylor
In the grey mist of an English dawn,
the starling stamps and prods and probes
and generally disturbs
seeking to confirm
an English proverb.
Beneath the green of an English lawn,
the patient worm
In this numbing
each one gives
and takes his chance
to feel and find
in flesh and mind
the ambiguous secrets of becoming.
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