This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
Derelict Landscape
The rock that has broken and toppled across the track
Where cattlemen drove their herds will never be moved.
The manners of the old men coming in from the fields
At nightfall are sweeter than the bodies of the young.
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Where cattlemen drove their herds will never be moved.
The manners of the old men coming in from the fields
At nightfall are sweeter than the bodies of the young.
...
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