Cupping water from the stream I washed
my left hand with my right and my right
with my left I buried your name
at the foot of the menhir
covered in milky lichen
one of us will disappear
for a century
I walk around the stone
burning bark in hand
light three candles and then
the long sleep

picture of Menhir

Also, I have some poemthings in Gutter 16


Here is poem from 2018 called Never Enough