Rory Briggs Biography

I've seen it,
Saw it as I loitered
Amongst these birds upon a low branch.
With it they crippled, twisted and tainted.
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Staring, the sun gutters from the sky.
Whose leaves stand taut toward it,
Basks in the rich blue air.
And the earth beneath seems envious green.
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Dark, Desolate, Devoid,
The depths are silent now,
A hushed movement is felt in the distance
Amid an ancient plough,
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Delusional tidings set serene.
Yet I still sense that insidious sting.
It presses in,
into the skin
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The man and his dog
Waded hours through fog.
His mind pounded decidedly on,
Pealing back branches to night's dire depths.
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