*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
leave
green droppings as they
feed among the dead -
Neil Dyer