baby left by a birch tree
she swims he wins
come and get child hood
by the pot of boiling
water tin spaces
for chanting back paces
i am the burnt eye lid
from a mangers mother lost
pinky's fall to the ground
invasive species
are welcome
because of
because of
when
that time
long ago
way back when
dont tell me now
disinergrated teeth marks
to shut her up
come home fallow a log ride to my soul
down and trott to the bagpipes
that reminds you
of
when
that time
long ago
way back when
dont tell me now
disinergrated
by the sounds
of your daughter.