< Sword Blades and Poppy Seed

Spread on the roadway,
With open-blown jackets,
Like black, soaring pinions,
They swoop down the hillside,
  The Cyclists.

Seeming dark-plumaged
Birds, after carrion,
Careening and circling,
Over the dying
  Of England.

She lies with her bosom
Beneath them, no longer
The Dominant Mother,
The Virile—but rotting
  Before time.

The smell of her, tainted,
Has bitten their nostrils.
Exultant they hover,
And shadow the sun with
  Foreboding.

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