Oxen

While Ochre is melting by the boulders
Those farmers are bargaining for dust
A wasp inside a tin-can simply smoulders
Buzzing for its life; it's not enough

There's sawdust and pale straw in place of morals
The sun picks out its victims on the green
A drayman in his cart, upsetting laurels
Moves inside the silence of a dream

Seeds in the market place
Their every crass distinction weighs me down
Sold, like the one disgrace
The bitter introspections of a clown

The confines of the square might simply hide one
Shadowed by the ale house and the gaol
Cattle, in their lowing, note a phaeton
The drawing in of dusk a thinning tale

Seeds in the market place
Their every crass distinction weighs me down
Sold, like the one disgrace
The bitter introspections of a clown

Nobody in the cloisters: ancient habits
Rotting in the dormitories
Benign



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Writer(s): Tom Miller
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