The pain on his face

He could no longer hide

Eyes were dead:

Too much inside,


Heather on the rocks

Fragile as could be

Endured the violence:

And the rage of the sea,


Oh to be like the heather

Blowing in the wind

To have no conscience:

Strong and unsinned,


To be unthinking

Living on the moor

With nothing to hear:

But waves on the shore


~ G McK

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