darkness descends
with out the need for words. pray for
forgiveness if you are so inclined.

island monkeys could not
go abroad
no boat
no plane no nothing
sadly they read books on other countries
with adventures, himalayas & ranuph fiennes

no words to describe the mass,
the danger of it all, the hate  that
rises.
the parallel,

power house.
bone house.

high, mountain track,
scattered trees, country
road.
spend the day , waterlogged
moor, black rooted, bring it home.

tides are higher now, flooding the paths. he walked the mud, bringing the footsteps back to us

the wood louse died and feel it was natural not ****** or an accident

a lot of this event here

an old house

feeling sad about it we remembered reading that the energy does not disappear

that it changes form

we smiled when we knew that and placed the tiny body in the compost

later that day we saw art from materials placed in compost

and smiled

we watched it come down over the mountain spreading
slowly
as the cloud passed by the sun
after cooling indoors we went to see
the maker in the lower field