Growing
form of grey
eyeless one
stone gaze
through you
earth moves towards us
human
on dark and white heath paths
at evening
in front of you
heaven’s ravine.

Botched, discarded, sunken
over the heart’s crest grinding
millstones of the sea.

bright-flighted you hang early
between gorse and stone
little phallic pillar.

Black, phylactery coloured
so you wait
you pods
who join in our prayers.