silvery faces gaze
into the sun
and reflect the nightly eyes
that watched the
earthly life of long ago
a life now lurking
in watery depths
only the mud speaks
of those days
in the dry wind
and grass
the neighing of horses
that bellowed over miles
the smell of exposed wet earth
in the Spring
waiting for seed
now rests in murky cold
and layers of rot and silt
what bleeds into
the local water supply
from these silvery faces
the bitterness of the past
quenches the present thirst
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