Here lies Martes Flavigula, eternally beneath the splintered earth.

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Poems -

Sing the poem, the
One you just
Wrote, pitched in
The octatonic scale.
I chose at dusk
Pitching dice in crepuscular
Boredom - to sing it or -
Go on to bed

Along with martens, goulish goats and the rippling fen -
these writings 1993-2021 by Bob Murry Shelton are licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0

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