This old horse goes
to glue after
dragging carriages
on his back. This rain:
bank of fat
striking laced fields. No hearts
left The bees
have the coast, the birds
witness Mermaids are
fish
labored on the docks.
seeing your
anniversary broken,
thin hands balance, face
scarred from the car
Time frozen. tell you twice
to watch
this worn stretch of country
would be certain death