Once it was
ploughed chocolate coloured earth
extending to the next shire.
Now cairns mark out the boundaries;
bringing scrubgrass, nettles, some scraggy
despairing sheep long disowned. And
at sunfall, when tumuli
return to what they are,
invaders felled in long forgotten anger.
Soil can be grassed over, but not cleansed.
Robert James Berry
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