Bleak start to the year and the loss
of those who went and saw
no flinching at what was no more
than an all-too-familiar inhumanity.
Snow falls and the ghoul Death
flirts at the edge of fairy tales:
nothing in comparison pales
as we play back that history.
Across anonymous border zones
there's reclaimed land –
the geography of what might be found
in these thickets and copses.
Tomorrow what this landscape says
