for Seamus Heaney
this morning the blade bites clean
through soil turning up, on the way
worms, spiders and a surfeit of others
at work in the everlasting dark
the news is it is your turn to spend
some time with them, nothing is ended
changing places perhaps, but ritual
recognises impact on those left behind
bespectacled vultures might pick over
the life�s efforts, determine what�s
worth
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