Silence and snow over the fell.
The heavens throw their blistering
circle wide.
No quadrant dims or brightens
Of those that climb the sky. Kein
Unterschied.
In the hollow below Mam Tor
The ravaged, bloodied body of an ewe
whitens,
And a stark projection drops before
Its erstwhile host. What its now spirit
intends
The abandoned will not tell.
It is become a casing, blown out into
the wind.
The wool at its back dusts with snow.
Figured there in what weak light the
stars send,
We may watch the brow fall,
The musculature subside, the silent
overthrow
Of all our charge had been. Germ ; door
;
Carriage ; catalyst ; shell : chains in
the stream.