The bones of dead cats and dogs are hidden,
Down, with the worm that waits in silent clay,
Under the Lawn.
The lost wedding-ring and a spatula,
Filthy as children, and human-bones, are
Under the Lawn.
A spirit with grey-eyes closed sleeps below,
With the Rats of Nhim and Fairie Kingdom, are
Under the Lawn.
And an old truck of plastic, and miniatures,
And the dormant diseases of past-ages sleep,
Under the Lawn.
A ravens' skull, and dogshit, a downed drone,
Solitude, Arctic wisdom, and beer-cans,
Under the Lawn.
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