Alchemisland

By sheepish weir she appears with ireing fleetness

I know in my bones, in my toes, in my throes, I am that hireling she seeks.

From the parapet of a threatened nest, the sharkfin impression of a beak

Seeks out from wattled thorn and hay and down, to speak confoundingly

Of lovers sworn to smothering others, in cloud-managed language.