My eyes set behind my eyes set above the
nose – watched me draw a bull
Scab the scalp the skull Hitting
the corners, want to see the calves
the colts
Thank you for Easter, for
Paul, the
pocked drive and
also,
The keeper
out
at the lighthouse, heard
piping from the
gulls, the gannets
the gadfly Knocking
into the tide the
hobbled pegs the rendered
fat and what now
remains kept
on the eastern sill
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