Pirbright

by Aidan Andrew Dun

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And some
shed tears
the other side
of death

Still more than
those who cry
for passing
shadows.

Here, where
the fleshworm
mines among
the bones

Down here
among old
fallen rafters
of life

Intelligence
burns and
brighter throws
a light

Across the past
for all
the world’s
deceased

Discovering
in their
years and
days at last

What they
have been
without the
skin of lies

Without the
shining gloss
of our
conceit.






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