Digging in his vault of loam
Seldom have I seen a Mole
Digging in his vault of loam
His hands unworthy of a prayer
As he lumbers above the earth
Heavenwards ever so rare
Threshing he makes a dome
St Paul's cathedral is his home
A sacramental hole, alone
In his earthworm, bowl...
poem by Mark Heathcote
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