Eee ay who tow
stony groundthe stars at night
starry skywhite stones in fields

I bear the markings of the tribe
hoe tow
hoe tow

Hosanna annasoh
backward wheels over trailshohan
only back to gohogan
but forward again why else

to flush the blood from another man
he rushed into the woods

night spilling from coal veins in the hills as
Christ fled also after the cross

ansonal of distance

Tom bey
rusted mailbox in the yard
from a city corner
stout blue soldier now stripped of his coat
stored with white musket balls in the museum

a flock of city geese waiting for bread crumbs

ammunition in the store
turkey barns in these hillscounterfeit arks.

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