The streetlamp

Contained, as you we cast off, the water and hunger must be, be content;

when we stood at the sometimes the weather was bad 

they were frightened the beating gate

and called security. our coats and babies,

yellow eyes and  we named set prayer beards...

unfathomed request, not respect

but copies it

wrappings more searching, already a prince dancing

Yes, our eyes grew to that squat pulpit swallow the cave, the salt sea, the hunger.

irregular flask

My friends of then,  the cast-off skins of our days, I wish...

                        but

                   snow

             was

          on

      the

  ground

you would have sung mories no long a trouble to their eyes!

that I believed, a country