Set-Aside
Ian Anderson
Hard black crows bobbing where once ran deep furrows
Frazzled oak silhouetted in her ivy dress
Winter sun catches dog fox through thin hedges:
Throws his long shadow north to the emptiness
Farmhouse in tatters; shuttered and battered
Even lovers don't go there these last few years
Spider-web windows on set-aside heroes
Standing lost in a landscape of tears
