Marshy night, feux follets
glow, foo fighters on reeds.
Birds flocking from the fens,
nerve-wracked, prized
possessions left behind,
their collective nevermind,
divining rods to show them away.
Marshy night, feux follets
glow, foo fighters on reeds.
Birds flocking from the fens,
nerve-wracked, prized
possessions left behind,
their collective nevermind,
divining rods to show them away.
