Ploughshares

We touch a passing.A walking man passes and sits down by a plough, in a verse talk .An elm lay dead by the blizzard.

Walking man talks with ploughman.Ploughmans mate is a corpse by war.Ploughmans elm is a corpse by the blizzard.

The elms corpse cannot be taken away.If only the ploughman’s mate is not a war corpse. Walking man sits by elms corpse, where there is a round hole by the woodpecker.

(Reading Edward Thomas poem “teams head brass”)

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