Amid the sudden flurries, shrill <br />bells toll beneath December cloud. <br />Martha opens lids, her will <br />one with the rooks that curse out loud: <br />*another day on bitter earth <br />passes over Tinker Hill.* <br /> <br />Reeking of mackerel culled from tins, <br />she bends for something of true worth, <br />reaches into a toppled barrel <br />the moment a miracle begins, <br />and, off-key, sings a Christmas carol <br />to celebrate a kitten's birth.<br /><br />Leo Yankevich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/out-back-2/
