with gratitude shallow
and three legged horse,
the broken is lucky and kin,

with meat more than sallow
and set offling's course,
the track's making room for some sin,

I'm stuck in the knowing,
the gravemarker's mill,
at best, a false uppity-chin,

a groove for the mudder,
and Degas for the paint,
a noose off the jump

for the win.