The square of graves
Dug in to lee
On a slope of clay
Reversed
Beaten by the sea
Falls in
Its order
Undermined
Such a square
Like a sail
Like musketeers in rank
Reefed
Before the wind
And cannonballs
Lays shielded
Hopeful
From a current charged
With rounding stones
And killing men
It lifts
A parallel
Of grams
Facing shacks
Of fishermen
With marshalled lines
On lyric slabs
Not for floating
But to shore
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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