Digging In His Vault Of Loam - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Seldom have I seen a Mole
Digging in his vault of loam
His hands unworthy of a prayer
As he lumbers above the earth
Heavenwards ever so rare
Threshing he makes a dome
St Paul's cathedral is his home
A sacramental hole, alone
In his earthworm, bowl...
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