Here lies Martes Flavigula, eternally beneath the splintered earth.

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Poems -

A child hurls a
bent fragment of
metal onto mottled
concrete floors
again and again and - it
reverberates like
bells sped up on
tape or on
LPs spinning
unchecked - or
like sparrows gently
colliding with
monophonic windchimes.

Along with martens, goulish goats and the rippling fen -
these writings 1993-2023 by Bob Murry Shelton are licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0

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