The mortgaging of self is done.
Not one part of you not lost in me.
Keep a civil tongue in your head.
The sticky udder of unmaking.
To live in the time of the ending of the world.
We all fall into one another in the dark.
Birds so thick this morning you could hardly see through 'em.
Message to the scarecrow,
Safe forest all noight long.
Have you cried stern for me.
The stilled face in wait.
Wheel and turn and startle.
