Of Linnets and Dull Times 

You said you don’t want to know any more  
than you do now, of every thing that might be  
a person. It would be cheating. That is urgent.  
If we are going to mean in so many ways  
let them all be lopped off.  
That way we’ll know you’re getting older.

I feel sorry for anyone that has to die.  
The lines of what’s expected  
fan out like beaters. That’s all,  
I think. But I lose things, now.  
The beautiful shape of the toilet interposed  
a viability as the air-raid drill ended.  
We’ve got to do something.  
He may be up there now, trying to find us.  
If you let me, I’ll drive you back to the fairgrounds.