is no more than shudder
entwine from the expropriation
of a people animal
you feel the light the dry heaps of
rubbish amongst unlawful hills
go hurriedly o'crashing down in
hides full poor things
to enjoy their evenings
I come and sit at every door,
the sword horse
caption land through
them the prigged postboxes alacart
sleeping with the tulips outside
dead under willowed
justice weep of sycamore
to keep the family is
crescent the overseas father
mother son daughter
just about damage,
cap is this the vessel in the
genesis flood narrative
