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Fifteen ways of Looking at a Lapwing, #9

The meadow, blades of grass A landscape of soil, ripe and scalloped by the rain Steamy loam ready to take to a different kind of nest Suddenly a wall of feathers descends Huge and brown, iridescent, each brown drab feather Somehow rippling deeply with colour A light bomb exploding with colour like a tropical sunset The wing scrapes overhead and is gone

Fifteen ways of Looking at a Lapwing, #7

In the land of screaming birds space is only direction, not distance Time is stretched to an endless glowing moment There are no clouds, just a blue mist Overlain with the patina of infinity That mortal eyes never see The delicate white crackling, the evidence of vast age Black dots skim across

Fifteen ways of Looking at a Lapwing, #5

To be the first to fly across the field of broken bones And see the roadway of shards the dead will walk upon To fly across, along, up

Fifteen ways of Looking at a Lapwing, #4

We will summon all of our resources And those of our allies Spy satellites the size of pickups Will gently rotate and re-focus Ballistic, sub-orbital Spy planes will fly overhead taking 10,000 pictures a second Glittering machines The size and shape of spiders Will skitter through the hedgerow Looking for the nest