Past the church
and down the lane
into the field of grass and stone.
Under the white sky
and the dark earth
lie the foundations
yellowed and brittle
without a gravestone.
Bare trees just as old
memories of stone and timber
children herded sheep,
pigs roamed in the mud,
and women washed
too close to the plague-fleas
hidden in fur down
by the shallow stream
that runs along the edge.
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