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They have no stridency for
They do not speak our language.
They are just poor animals
And become all the world’s poor.
They will live without a wage,
And must live outwith our walls.

They will live in their freedom
They will live in our wildness.
They will live on despite us
And will live when we are gone.
They will die beneath our stress
And will die without our fuss.

© RM Meyer
N. Devon, July/August 2020 and January 2021