The rabbit killer left his home for the clough

And said goodbye to his infertile spouse

Carried air rifle and firm stock of wood

Carried night-site telescope light







A cemetery overlooked clough valley of mud

And the grave-keeper was out on his rounds

Yellow-white shirt buried in duffle coat hood

Keeping edges out with mosaic color stones







Jawbone and the air rifle

Who would think they would bring harm?

Jawbone and the air rifle

One is cursed and one is borne







The air rifle lets out a mis-placed shot

It smashed a chip off a valued tomb

Grave-keeper tending wreath-roots said