Two Mallards

*Two mallards* settle in a
cemetery, flaring in with
feathered elbows full of
air. The greeny drake touches
first and then
the hen -

the wobbling
pair tread
between the headstones
with their flapjack
feet and gently pat the chests
of all those gently sleeping -

they tend the plots
between the
trees and
green droppings as they
feed among the dead -

Neil Dyer

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