the old tannery stands hidden
among brackish water
that knows numerous answers
once a thriving heart
was found still beating
now riven rustic doors
hang sliding hoarse voices
speaking from each void
savaged beasts hold
a voiceless mirror reflected
staples stacked lavished leathery scent
from each bovine hide scarlet dried
blood songs are sung
through roughed vales
meandering green pastures
ethereally we still graze
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