the man in the hills
an atavisitic misterer
stacked between lochs
and laburnum’s whisper
a chain-gang mourner
to the entoscopic dead
the man in the hills
mason to the head
shaping no store
for the weeping women
nor breaking no light
for sidereal sun
thamesward as mortar
graveward underwater
the man in the hills
mason to a drum
death comes quickly
cold as cobra searing
demonic as a sentry
hypnos rules the womb
the man in the hills
mason to the century
the cruel furled dreamer
young and old as ills.
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