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William Logan

BPR 51 | 2024

Abandoned Bed

—Traveller’s Rest Pit, Cambridge

That dawn we stood over the fossil bed—
wind picking up, feathery picking of cloud
at a distance—we heard the merlin’s

cry before it rose from the scatter
and dropped like a stone.
The dirt friable, the bed

the deep depression of a baking pan,
fossils had come tumbling forth,
evidence of the Great Flood—

or the ascetic splendors
of Pleistocene rhinoceros, red deer,
fresh-water mollusc.

We were field-walking land
laced with nettles, haunted
by the occasional slinking fox,

all covered by houses now.