(beside the 'Chestnut Centre' Otter sanctuary, Chapel-en-le-Frith, Derbyshire)
No longer quaking
their pulses still beat,
beyond the entrapment of earth,
the grass at my feet.
No longer secret,
convictions declared,
in soft silent graveyard
and Summer sun shared.
My birthday, your deathday,
the dates coincide
the years may be diff’rent,
like Jekyll and Hyde,
but we share these moments
in the soft Summer sun
me breathing, you resting,
me doing, you done.
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