This poem is taken from Poetry Nation 4 Number 4, 1975.
Two PoemsDIRGERS
Derailment. Round the valley
a horse-shoe of cinders
glowing with ghoulish walkers
hooded orange, red, grey.
One of the many paths
where trains give way to ramblers,
lovers, runners, solitary amblers -
railless, rain leaning in swathes.
A bevy of gaudy monks
on pilgrimage. Boots and socks
mourn with the colour of bogs
lurched out of by limping ranks -
Never more of them than today -
since night rutting a moor
that has been trackless. Feet sore
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