And the Jag'd scroaching of the corbies oblivion to the ears of the dead

Under tall sycamores where great black corbies above
jag'd scroaching endlessly throughout the daylight sits I scrunched on a table grave message of death Zerubabbel Barraclough of Haworth
all verdigris mottled epitaph birdsplats lichening dampness around
rain fallen last night I see gravestone sentinels standing
suspended in tempus church clock bongs covering kewl brrrk shiny
greycap coalblack daws circle ancient tower on long thick Yorkshire stones lie flat moss covers sharp letters communication from dead
Jarvis Tidswell and Amelia his daughter where is your mother Tidswell corby skraarking and thunderous tree noises like sea tide skraark caws above dead tatterdemalion inky black remnant feathers flat on mown grass detatched jet trail away archaeopteryx awkward fossil in death
timeless still scenty breeze church bells bong John Appleyard 1865
served 18 years as a police sergeant without blot or stain to his rooksplat name shooshings of fresh wind tourists gape aimless
wander mugged by midges search chip butties
John William Moore of Cockhill his master Mr Ferrand
records his honesty as gamekeeper
corbies skinny legged sootblack tack tock jackdaw speaks
also five infants of his
also wife Hannah aged 87 sporadic sheepbleat
churchyard all peace I arise and leave all deathly and
soughing leaves and jag'd skraark of the rooks endlessly
through daylight skroak tack tock