with words pike pointedand spear tipped steel and sharpened and polished piercethe center of his smock let him be the oldest man the man most warped who swingsa leg stiff at the knee and unbent through the door into the kitchen who before the day’s fire’s put in the stove comes uncalled and uninvited unmet… Continue reading

warn   with a boundary stone in your voicethat doesn’t bend that isn’t movedby how an ox of a son in the fieldfifty years ago was crippleddown to an old uncle who limpsto the servants’ door without summons   uncalled his shadow stooped by all the scythes he’s swungby all the straws he’s rakedby all the bundles… Continue reading