In the middle of every field,
obscured from the side by grass
or cornhusks, is a clearing where
she works burying swans alive
...
The tug on my arm but soon spread
Perhaps now they could prove me there.
I've been watching the sky closely & for some time,
...
Lick the lights. Everyone
says that here. Sometimes
they'll call a spade a shovel,
hollowing half a hole,
...