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                   THE STONE BELT

                        In Saltdean's nowhere

                        life gets up your nose.

                       Just like the wind that

                        blows up the chalk cliff

                drifts under doors

                       and settles in all drink.

                A sinister soft talc

              that soothes folk

           to false tunes.

              Great tides of silt

                      have dropped dew like

at dawn

                     inviting sheep to taste

                 then turned them up

                                their bones returned to chalk.

                Their shepherdess

                             now drops her own stones

               from each orifice.

             Published in Daybreak

              (ISSN 1094 0618) 1999

         Play Audio read by Marilyn Westland


                       Copyright © 2007 Maggie Westland