tell me       a poetry collection       John Bailey      

 

Fossils

Not all fossils consist of hardened stone.
Some are of softer stuff, their clay kept
whole by accident. Like their sterner
brethren they dream too, cold in the darkness.
When pick and spade turn them aside
their trumpet sings as loud but not so brittle
then fades in the sunlight, dissolves in the rain.

 

Somerset 1998

 

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