after the party a cry went up
not the same one said things we can’t eat
outside your hut wolves grasped they were not safe
and howled their lateness
since the moon is high
there are worse things to do than sleep ‘dream days’
wounds are not punctures calm and windless creatures
hang upside down at a handkerchief’s whim
shoo we can only open fire and you know
circumstances prevent greater movement
I will relocate my tent hats will
follow do you know the way all this
is sky under low-cast mountains (picture
the charity of hunters in unsung
demonstration) put your finger here press