Village people view the town
from their sleeping
earthen pillows
below green sward.
Eulogies abandoned
to the scrawny nails
of fingered frost
and the chewing of rain.
Dates of birth and death,
wives and fathers,
meld into Braille
and a pastiche
of anonymity.
The character of the town
homogenises
beneath
brick and tarmac.
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