and to work
his work—
alien is his work!
is to be drawn, through
lips with coal
the names
in the mud,
pissing while
the door-post
is at a loss
as much
again
as you
settle down
the tops of
your feet,
my meals
with fair
crofting
is not wasted
but spent
among
their numbers
continue to grow in
some cheap
poorer indefinite
as to date
