Here lies Martes Flavigula, eternally beneath the splintered earth.

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Poems -

Whitish and dusty fabric
or woven plastic wraps
baled hay that
dot the green or
brown that
mottles the field tightly!
Tightly as if to
restrict a dead
thing from birthing an
infestation of life.

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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