So she lives
Rhonna Channing
And her tree has strange fruit

Seeing those in sickness
And in ill gotten health
A hell of finance
Morbid curious specimen
Deepen in hymn
In a public private
Discussed


I am a wombe
Death
From a civil war
Dare of letter

Daoism cresting peace
I am brought this way
As time shelters
I renew none

Eyes of drum
In loss
Rising crossed
Shame in haunt
If literate
Wonder in why