Tectiform

In this extensive gloom
foxes nest
under concrete ashlars.

fallen like broken blades
half-in half-out
the tangled rusty steel.

A raven rides
the rooftree settling down
angle of 63.

ends flex'd gaunt
like accents
over the dark eyes of gutted sheds.

The fox runs
over the vivid quitch burying
banks of black encaustic soil.

the river is flowing clear.
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