The birds nest unmolested
on the cliffs
where fowlers
would prowl

The sheep run unfettered
on the cleit filled
around the village

The ship disappears
and none remain
around the curved

The houses stand
a mute testimony
to lives lived
behind their walls

But time caught up
with their little speck
in the wild
north Atlantic

They scattered
like so many seeds
on the uncaring winds
of change

The bible lies open
at Exodus
A pile of grain
on the table

St Kilda was evacuated at the request of its residents on 30 August 1930.

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