sold to Nancy "Firedrake" Taylor, April 1998

The whirling watching lonely buzzard
The snarling entrails of the murdered beast
The stuttering echo of the distant falling rock
The whining groan of trees too weary to stand
The chilling wonderful pain that ceases
The dull ache creation brings to our bowels
The people we loved but avoided
The thoughts we could have but try not to
The galloping of distant wrinkles
The air trying to escape from the buried coffin
The perverse private thoughts of the pious
Denied
The fact that we cannot get away