by John Hawkhead | Jun 18, 2009 | Poetry
Night on the cold plain, invisible sands lift, peripheral shadows stir, space between light and dark shrouding secrets; old trades draped grey. Here too poppies fall, petals blown on broken ground seeds scattered on stone and this bright bloom, newly cropped, leaves...
by John Hawkhead | Jun 18, 2009 | Poetry
And three persons known only to God left unknown homes and unknown loves, took unknown paths through unknown fields, down unknown lanes to sign unknown names on unknown lists for unknown cause. Three unknown men in unknown pain died unknown deaths, their unknown flesh...
by John Hawkhead | Jun 18, 2009 | Poetry
Under starlight oil and blood glint the same; from pulse or pump a viscous unction, dark coagulation; stains soaking through clotted crust to anoint the ground: oil to sand blood to dust ashes blown on pitch-black...
