through card woolsey his hare shirt
old mutey musey fell husling
to his own men monastery colours
acoast of stone neglect
and there certainly were attractions
pride of place for each
mirrored in the state
an old man unmanned then shipwrecked
floating horse high to scarlet
o is he
earth home twilit broad piehome
chasey crow sprits on
its christmas die
carol a bedroom full of it
consider the bright past
well godsface then
true blue