not yet father rivulets a body and what comes of bodies boots and worn feet moustache, curled over your face family if we have left, we will never be a picture of a picture within the cracks of time a uniform the unfolding of generations, petals upon petals tunnel-view miles and the pull of the sun your veins, open a kiss, October and all its sweet belongings something you retrieve
not yet ghost sunken depths of memory the way I find myself kin the trenches, the toils of the east a wrinkle the meaning of skin onwards, to which war a faded wall the place where you fall, where the shells now lie a single bond sense of the west a photograph earth as it claws at you mud and deep layers of smell that belated goodbye, her skirts as they rustle in the autumn wind a child, a war, a war, a child something you leave behind the minute, the all-foreseen