Norwich Triptych
I ShowingsYears circled like ravensin carrion rapture. Plague’s fleecing accomplice, snow fell to chill the children.Steep iced hills. Sullen dayless dales.Splintered bellsfor burials ringing. All the endings I endured, and still I carried on.A widow of winter’s toll, I’d been shown woe.Beyond these walls: broken eggshells, factions sparring, endlessfenced-in fields. Cemeteries breathless.Ice erasing small graves.But …