Your Brother I Drum Poem by Pierre Rausch

And move your tongue
From that day on
Milk for fever
Upstairs he walked
Your Brother I drum
A mere publishing
Was as it had been
A summoned tone
Your bother I drum
If this drags for a while
I may call again
On the edge of a stool
Your brother I drum
Inside a project to explain
Itself it should be
What I would hear
To interrogate
An introduction to induction
The propulsion to propulsive
With that guest
Great
Super