deep deeper
than
I'd known
before

I perch
on a brow
of hills
by way of
shepherd paths
bedevilled
by midges
eyeballs bitten
gorging
my skin

so what
mad to come
alone
mad not to

through my bloody eyes
I see
bewildering emptiness
no lights
no farms
just the distant roar
of a spume blown sea

below
mountains crown
endless
brown black bog
heather purple
gorse yellow

I drop to my knees
in tiredness
and wonderment

an old hut
roofless
solid
is in sight

tonight
I'll sleep
with shitty
black head sheep

no-one will miss me
except maybe
the skylark
dancing
for heaven's delight

09/29/2017