Deathcry

Here is the flourishing flower-bud
Here is the tree bearing fruit
Here grows the seed from the ploughed mud
But then sounds the cry of the brute

Here does the field lie salted
Here dies the flight of the bird
Here is the courage that falters
At the sound of the word it has heard

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About Peter Bates

I'm a young guy in Cape Town, studying English and History, and teaching at high school level. I love to write and to work in theatre, both on and behind the stage. View all posts by Peter Bates

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