oblong songs

burried and cured in sod's wallowing gallow ground as tender flower of wonder reading worlds into the hands mired in swallows and clawed she began trunks of brooches for her second son to flee the falling failing rakes bested in deserts earthen ovens rebuilding the gingers shant, easily carnate fury, easters menage blurry tests to bleak to smear exposed to a heartless ember of septs reticent snakes frail and drunk back to the chest my second sons hum....... county claire, connaught, easter risings