All the stage is
bearded like a pard, is
justice in her.
All the quarrel, satchel,
hose with eyes
severe.
A ballad to her.
All the wide is
creeping like her
beard of formal
cut,
the cannon’s mouth,
sans teeth.
Big manly pard, sudden
like furnace his
big manly
ballad.
Eyebrow.
His shrunk.
Last strange of
all a world
too wide.
