HAIKU ABOUT A ROAD OF DEATH

This road disappears,

a path between the Cherwell

overflows with death.

The air in Oxford

smells of worm’s wood and garlic,

remnants of the dead.

A pagan casted spells

which bade the willow tree sing

a pagan love song.

November brings cold.

Entangled days bring sorrow

mounted on black wings.

Who damns the pagan?

Even God, or the gods, mourn

when they disappear.