Hull shudders,
sails wind-tormented rip
Five days without meat
thefts of everything
            we had
Coppermine River
where no tree grows
          abrogates
gentle sweet Avon
which not only lost
but decapitated
blushed a prayer book.
For really the poorest
hath a life to live
as does the greatest
and therefore truly
every person
           that is to live
under a government
ought first by their own
put themselves
under that
         Then I ask
where are sweet flowers?
         They answer
cut whatever you want
    drink gently
golden hummingbird
who are you looking for?