Sleeper

by Aidan Andrew Dun

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Sleeper
in the churchyard
sun and rain

While blue and
grey patchwork
the sky

Tilted in one
stiff plane
you slumber

Making an angle
to graveyard
lawns

With a grim
cadaverous
rising

Old
raincoat for a
winding-sheet.

Almost
resurrected, only
half-asleep

Your hangdog
neck, so horribly
skewed

Forward at
the neckbone
seems to say

You are not
proud of your
condition

Seems to act
where a collar
stands away

From contact
with discoloured
flesh

The part of a
sluice which
carries the rain

Washing down
the back of what
you’ve been.






image: Jan Zepelin





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