Head of Outlying Stag Killed
By Me in Calke Park
– wisped words of a wild version of a Vauncey Harpur-Crewe
I lay me
down in my
young
ster’s bed
in memory dis
membered in
sleep in
a memory in
woods’
early morn
mist in
between
trees – hazy
shee ts it is
me
it is
me be
twixt it is
mememe
with my why
wide
deep blue
stare some
where
in between
dead & known
a viv
id stare
liv
id as light
caught in a
stag’s snort
ed breath
my bed-linen’s
pale mist
clings
to my
bristly neck
me I’m
a young
man with
two bone
trees sprout
ing from my
sore fore
head
some promise
of growth
given
by some lost
thirsty god
bro
ken by
a 12
bore’s twines
of blue
smoke rising
through dew
glazed oak
leaves so
so it is
me me
me who
wets these
faint sheets
un
der the tang
led covers
of my
wild dreams
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