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We find our way down the cliff, Past Asters And sphagnum, Heather And clover;   A muddy track Provides the route.   Over style, Past kissing gate, We don’t pause.   And the cave mouth, Distorted; a painful yawn, Dripping with hillside water We crawl through.   Into the cold and wet and dark.  Continue reading “Massacre”