Empty Vessels

These screaming fighter jets

Ripping through Norfolk’s skies

Tearing up clouds

Dampen the shush of the sea

Throw weighted blankets over shuffling leaves

Silence the brushes of barley

Suppress the moans of damp Westerly blows

So all I can hear are fingernails scraping

Out the chamber walls of my heart

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CLP 29/06/2020