A warden
In a common law
Shakes solemn
Common dreams
Of simple
Reasoned schemes
And slacks
To pay
The whip
Pray tell
Your rummaging
Pray tell
A thousand points
Go dimly out
A host
To wash
Your feet
Circling
And circling
The restless host
Goes circling
Honed to gnaw
Eternal grace
Rut to rut
And deepening
Inscribed in earth
A drawn out fear
A worried bone
Examining
No resolve
Is stood
For here
When freedom is
Just days
Away
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
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