(Love among the Ruins)

And suddenly the clocks rang out sang down the empty corridors
the lovers are aroused from their sleep.
It seemed the wind had blown the tender leaves like silver flecks
the tender leaves like silver flecks
against the sunlit belly of the wood.

East the ashy incense of summer
drifts across the lawn.
The couples just remember
lusty birds singing in the hedgerow at sunrise
singing till sound pierced to limbs slackly tumbled
in the abattoirs and coy fanes of love.
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