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NEAR SAMHAIN
 

Fog rises from the water into the cold air
A bank of greyness above the dark tilled earth

As I pass crows fly up
Black shapes moving against that eerie cloud
They caw loudly
They are mocking me

And suddenly I realise
The reason the earth is so black
so fertile

Is that it is made of our bodies
Our corpses
Our death