Me and a few lost Foxhounds
Took it into us
To go stargazing,
Fixing ourselves to earth
On the frozen, bald crust of a brae
A few feet of mud
From the United Kingdom.
Flat on my back,
With the final frontier
Occupying my mind’s eye,
I reached into Britain
And transferred the allegiance
Of a snowdrop.
Of a snowdrop.
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