St. Peters

St. Peters North Tawton

—for Sylvia Plath

Unloosing their leafless limbs—
Year after year to no purpose
The flood of traffic goes by daily

The tombstones lean sideways—
And backwards and forwards
Morgue between Devon and death

Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes—
Once lived here at Court Green
Now they’re just bald mannequins

The blood jet that’s poetry—
It spurts and spurts and spurts
And then it stops and dries up

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