Life – a reflection

On the heathen land he acquired a meagre skill

highlander he was by the church he would live

and not to say the dust of life is gone abound

he would climb the stairs to sit on the scarred table

scribbling  lines of life that would be redrawn

again and again in the language of the dirge.

 

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