Times have been narrow belted although fat cows were seen
in some fields and on the shores of shadows spray burdened waves
whispered something about it and the mangy sand carried away
audacious shouts into a brighter lit day
redundant island gutted beauty brace yourselves
for you’ve been coned like pearl trenched pigs
the pale is still demanding toll
its harsh winds wail tunes of comings chased by over echo
deafened soil where brunt crook’d trees stand boggled
between the cracks dumped but there the land inside
is growing under shadows prey gazed eye
on grey trenched days when long boned grandeur bails and
trunks of past pledged plights hold on for mercy on the flanks
of hills one hill for every fight like scares they clutter but the land inside
is growing under shadows prey gazed eye
bold risings stray empty handed among the pastures
of the buttered faint in suspense on backdoor’s steps meanwhile
belittled cooks stir fry the new day for the land inside
is growing under shadows prey gazed eye