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CARRION SPRING

Carrion Spring

 

I saw amid the lambs at play,

One sleeping in the haze,

But something in that still repose,

Caused me to stop and gaze.

 

I looked down at the silent form,

And saw the stain of death,

Vitality had ebbed away,

No life, no spark, no breath.

 

Here early spring was carrion,

Here promise all was done,

And nothing could be set aside,

Beneath the fading sun.

 

But then what does it matter,

In mankind’s greater scheme,

Where lovers walk in rapture,

Where poets sit and dream.

 

For who gives absolution,

When the people live in dread,

And God alone is comfort,

For the living and the dead.

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UNCTION ►

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alisonsmiles68@gmail.com

Wed 11th Apr 2012 13:36

I loved this, the pure simplicity, the feeling of stumbling upon something abhorrent that just somehow doesn't fit the stereotypical spring picture but is a lot more real than the singing birds, flitting clouds etc.

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Danny Metcalfe.

Tue 3rd Apr 2012 15:51

“To my mind, the life of a lamb is no less precious than that of a human being.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

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Ian gant

Tue 3rd Apr 2012 15:42

I was walking along the river side at Tadcaster when I was faced with this reality.At sixty-eight any death ( even that of a lamb ) brings to home some certain pain and my best thought was to write down what I was feeling and do so within the hour. IG

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