deep deeper

than

I'd known

before

I perch

on a brow

of hills

by way of

shepherd paths

bedevilled

by midges

eyeballs bitten

gorging

my skin

 so what

mad to come

alone

mad not to

through my bloody eyes

I see

bewildering emptiness

no lights

no farms

just the distant roar

of a spume blown sea

below

mountains crown

endless

brown black bog

heather purple

gorse yellow

I drop to my knees

in tiredness

and wonderment

an old hut

roofless

solid

is in sight

tonight

I'll sleep

with shitty

black head sheep

no-one will miss me

except maybe

the skylark

dancing

for heaven's delight