Mother in mid-run
with child, misshapen soya beans
can’t be separated.
Hair evaporated, skull-
cap pared to carnassial
cordite twisted body.
Frost bitten in maternal
threads, last breath spent trying
to reach their babies.
The eerie thuds at night
of a cathedral falling
animals in pain.
Flies in an ashwood
Stench-land, God has left the build-
ing, nothing moved.
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