Rooks by Sean Chard

Rooks

 

 

Tree tops liquid full of black ink

Absorbed by leaves in tones of jet

Three hundred prayer flags flap and kink

Arrive and set out from the wet

 

Absorbed by leaves in tones of jet

Pierce clear sky of empty blue

Arrive and set out from the wet

Like drifting plumes they rise and skew

 

Pierce clear sky of empty blue

In pairs the ghosts emerge and call

Like drifting plumes they rise and skew

To rusted fields the couples fall

 

In pairs the ghosts emerge and call

And find the banks of broken land

To rusted fields the couples fall

In gangs that rob the soil unmanned

 

And find the banks of broken land

Shards of darkness scattered there

In gangs that rob the soil unmanned

They cast away to live on air

 

Shards of darkness scattered there

Three hundred prayer flags flap and kink

They cast away to live on air

Tree tops liquid full of black ink

 
By Sean Chard
 

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