This started life as a sunset poem. The illustration actually shows a turkey in the foreground but has a setting sun behind a fence in the background. The poem mutated in its creation into something rather different.
there are lights in the sky
above the cemetery gates
above the ranks of standing stones
the colours, as the day begins to die,
shroud its corpse in crimson
gold and purple, hide its bones
and slowly blacken into night
as down among the silent angels
the day is laid once more to rest
amid prayers that perhaps it might
once more be resurrected from the grave
and with its light the world be blessed
Reading the Unreadable.
7 hours ago