All the world
Eared my silence
No came near
No plover sang
To my silting heart
Strewn with cowrie lines
Channels gouged
ebbing of my heart
Bindweed embossing dull
Brooch glitters; still
on somebody's heart
A lichen to my gravel bed
The world a doctor
A patient, dead;
A naked surgeon gasp
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