Lunyi svet

Heads like anglepoise lamps
A face the same colour in the background
A luminescent forest
In it a white-walled
             cemetery
Covered with noon shadows
None of which reaches
              as far as the church
And windows, evening-like windows

All that in a single
               turn of the head
Anglepoise, anglepoise
How does it feel
to be devoured
                in the jaws of a beast?