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A bullet through his heart at dawn On the table a letter signed	A
with a woman's name A wind that goes howling round the house	B
and weeping as in shame Cold November dawn peeping through the windows	C
cold dawn creeping over the floor creeping up his cold legs	D
creeping over his cold body creeping across his cold face	E
A glaze of thin yellow sunlight on the staring eyes Wind howling	F
through bent branches A wind which never dies down Howling wailing	F
The gazing eyes glitter in the sunlight The lids are frozen open	G
and the eyes glitter	H
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The thudding of a pick on hard earth A spade grinding and crunching	F
Overhead branches writhing winding interlacing unwinding scattering	F
tortured twinings tossings creakings Wind flinging branches apart	I
drawing them together whispering and whining among them A waning	F
lobsided moon cutting through black clouds A stream of pebbles and earth	J
and the empty spade gleams clear in the moonlight then is rammed again	K
into the black earth Tramping of feet Men and horses	L
Squeaking of wheels	M
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'Whoa Ready Jim '	-
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'All ready '	-
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Something falls settles is still Suicides have no coffin	N
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'Give us the stake Jim Now '	-
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Pound Pound	O
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'He'll never walk Nailed to the ground '	-
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An ash stick pierces his heart if it buds the roots will hold him	P
He is a part of the earth now clay to clay Overhead the branches sway	Q
and writhe and twist in the wind He'll never walk with a bullet	R
in his heart and an ash stick nailing him to the cold black ground	O
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Six months he lay still Six months And the water welled up in his body	S
and soft blue spots chequered it He lay still for the ash stick	T
held him in place Six months Then her face came out of a mist of green	U
Pink and white and frail like Dresden china lilies of the valley	S
at her breast puce coloured silk sheening about her Under the young	V
green leaves the horse at a foot pace the high yellow wheels of the chaise	W
scarcely turning her face rippling like grain a blowing	F
under her puce coloured bonnet and burning beside her flaming within	N
his correct blue coat and brass buttons is someone What has dimmed the sun	G
The horse steps on a rolling stone a wind in the branches makes a moan	X
The little leaves tremble and shake turn and quake over and over	H
tearing their stems There is a shower of young leaves	Y
and a sudden sprung gale wails in the trees	Z
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The yellow wheeled chaise is rocking rocking and all the branches	L
are knocking knocking The sun in the sky is a flat red plate	A2
the branches creak and grate She screams and cowers for the green foliage	B2
is a lowering wave surging to smother her But she sees nothing	F
The stake holds firm The body writhes the body squirms	C2
The blue spots widen the flesh tears but the stake wears well	D2
in the deep black ground It holds the body in the still black ground	O
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Two years The body has been in the ground two years It is worn away	Q
it is clay to clay Where the heart moulders a greenish dust the stake	E2
is thrust Late August it is and night a night flauntingly jewelled	O
with stars a night of shooting stars and loud insect noises	F2
Down the road to Tilbury silence and the slow flapping of large leaves	Y
Down the road to Sutton silence and the darkness of heavy foliaged trees	Z
Down the road to Wayfleet silence and the whirring scrape of insects	G2
in the branches Down the road to Edgarstown silence and stars like	H2
stepping stones in a pathway overhead It is very quiet at the cross roads	I2
and the sign board points the way down the four roads endlessly points	J2
the way where nobody wishes to go	K2
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A horse is galloping galloping up from Sutton Shaking the wide	O
still leaves as he goes under them Striking sparks with his iron shoes	L2
silencing the katydids Dr Morgan riding to a child birth over Tilbury way	Q
riding to deliver a woman of her first born son One o'clock from	M2
Wayfleet bell tower what a shower of shooting stars And a breeze	Z
all of a sudden jarring the big leaves and making them jerk up and down	N2
Dr Morgan's hat is blown from his head the horse swerves and curves away	Q
from the sign post An oath spurs a blurring of grey mist	O
A quick left twist and the gelding is snorting and racing	F
down the Tilbury road with the wind dropping away behind him	P
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The stake has wrenched the stake has started the body flesh from flesh	O2
has parted But the bones hold tight socket and ball and clamping them down	N2
in the hard black ground is the stake wedged through ribs and spine	P2
The bones may twist and heave and twine but the stake holds them still	Q2
in line The breeze goes down and the round stars shine for the stake	E2
holds the fleshless bones in line	P2
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Twenty years now Twenty long years The body has powdered itself away	Q
it is clay to clay It is brown earth mingled with brown earth Only flaky	S
bones remain lain together so long they fit although not one bone is knit	O
to another The stake is there too rotted through but upright still	Q2
and still piercing down between ribs and spine in a straight line	P2
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Yellow stillness is on the cross roads yellow stillness is on the trees	Z
The leaves hang drooping wan The four roads point four yellow ways	W
saffron and gamboge ribbons to the gaze A little swirl of dust	O
blows up Tilbury road the wind which fans it has not strength to do more	R2
it ceases and the dust settles down A little whirl of wind	O
comes up Tilbury road It brings a sound of wheels and feet	O
The wind reels a moment and faints to nothing under the sign post	O
Wind again wheels and feet louder Wind again again again	K
A drop of rain flat into the dust Drop Drop Thick heavy raindrops	S2
and a shrieking wind bending the great trees and wrenching off their leaves	Y
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Under the black sky bowed and dripping with rain up Tilbury road	O
comes the procession A funeral procession bound for the graveyard	O
at Wayfleet Feet and wheels feet and wheels And among them	T2
one who is carried	O
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The bones in the deep still earth shiver and pull There is a quiver	H
through the rotted stake Then stake and bones fall together	H
in a little puffing of dust	O
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Like meshes of linked steel the rain shuts down behind the procession	G
now well along the Wayfleet road	O
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He wavers like smoke in the buffeting wind His fingers blow out like smoke	U2
his head ripples in the gale Under the sign post in the pouring rain	V2
he stands and watches another quavering figure drifting down	N2
the Wayfleet road Then swiftly he streams after it It flickers	W2
among the trees He licks out and winds about them Over under	H
blown contorted Spindrift after spindrift smoke following smoke	U2
There is a wailing through the trees a wailing of fear	X2
and after it laughter laughter laughter skirling up to the black sky	Y2
Lightning jags over the funeral procession A heavy clap of thunder	H
Then darkness and rain and the sound of feet and wheels	M

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