This is my dry stone wall
This is my dry stone wall
[delineating my extent &
boundary] – I draw it out
in acres square – scaling
at 1:10000 on A4 sheets –
I know every edge – Here
sit eye-weighted shapes
used in this construction
of my bone-fest [debility
a default – hoof & boot’ll
threaten falls] – Grit will
slip beneath my skin as
long as auld slabs nestle
on my stacked perimeter –
Drop down [shelter now]
as bare gales rage & rattle
us both [my repair’ll start
in my V-shape vacancies]