life and order painted
in a war cemetery
is not what i sought
after for my life
but a little brook
rolling over a rock
the hardened pain
of loveless years
that i may sit still
and listen to music
in the running water
and in the wailing
of the swaying perches
the choice of magpies
and the plainer raven
far from hustle of the town
© henry victor 24.01.2018
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