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Steve Coel
Kildas Song
Steve Coel
Quarrels echo across
the yard
towards a large
watery gate.
Grey
figures turn
hiding their hands
and run,
as animals scatter
with the wind
that howls.
Down the hill,
women gather
and men glare
behind vast whiskers
in photographs
of heavy locks,
that fasten decisions
about the outside.
Steve Coel
An 11.59 Publication
