Issue through
no-man’s land.
Crawl over stones,
stream down new-dug
channels in the moss.
Pause, foxholed, wait.
Crossing, re-crossing
night’s wild wood,
dreams roam and roar
in search of shelter.
Stone’s throw from perron-
place the river’s rite
unglitters its birthday
service: in the bloom
of ash and osier
the stream runs
darkened by.
Away away away.