Towton Tall

The night and Dawn on the day of the battle

Towton Tall

A blanket is my castle this night

clay smear walls

Tears freeze my face to my arm

I crave a wound

to feel hot blood's warming flow

Deer nest in the deep ferns

curling tight and still

but this dawn death coils

around each snow-scrape

Light comes

Skies sicken

Those who live

Awake and rouse

Today snow will blanket the Rose

As we stand Towton Tall