A notwhich for lunch
fully satisfied me
and I laid in for an
afternoon silvan
listing forward now
as if i was getting away
an'd outrun something

foreground against
background as if
it had a chance

sand makes the inevitable
course gritty
or is it nifty\

and its a self same shame
we are contained
by savage rite

and spend our days
swinging knives
and seeming sure

I'm not sure
we should be
or are