A Psalm of Stone
1.
A merlin whiffles and surveys
a ditch and bank, grateful
for now open land and prey;
leaving bark and sap
and leaf unsheathed;
replaced by rootless fruit
of earth. Oak and beech
suspire and sing
a bitter psalm of stone.
2.
Too early for dew, the Sun
garlanded in frosted mizzlemist,
Sends the briefest scintilla
to trace the blue hour
as processors slow-slip
through the lithic forest’s
long winter shadows.
Wheeling as their voices keen
a bitter psalm of stone.
3.
Exultant laity shouts
an epileptic canticle
as wind shivved wheat
rattles an indolent protest,
drowned in hammerfire
and brutish duther.
Its slack maraca
rhythm rings
a bitter psalm of stone.
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