Down to the valley where the fragmented souls call,
Lifting up Joseph out of the hollow,
She cast her eyes
Upon Joseph:
She said my name’s 
Mary’s-a-plenty.


I’ve walked to see the nakedness of the Scots ground.
I’ve crossed the seas to leave that burden behind me.
I have dreamed a dream,
(S)he said: Decipher it,
For language fails
At chanting it (w)holy-ly

Mary, my love, you re-member our story;
We must retreat, for they hollowed out our body:
Shooting pain -
Layers and Layers,
Digging the elm tree;
Incise, engrave it-


Joseph Elm - Hollow

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