Didn't The Robin Wheedle At My Enclave? Poem by Mark Heathcote

Mark Heathcote

Mark Heathcote

Manchester
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Mark Heathcote
Manchester
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Didn't The Robin Wheedle At My Enclave?



Didn't the robin bilk all-that's-mislaid?
Didn't the robin inveigle his spade?
Cutting through that hearts open grave
Didn't the robin wheedle at my enclave?

Wasn't it into that worm cast he spied?
The buried life never-nearer-died
That never nearer spirals the loam
To wriggle forth from the clay back home.

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Mark Heathcote

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