The deepest past’s mere meters down...
history
Bucolic III
Gentle, the fields, slowly, eating the bones,/Blood drinking, men upon them, new, compete,/Goat bone, sheep blood too, gently now and slow...
For God and Crusty
What can the nationalist reply/When reptile naturalists imply/That even mighty Urland’s glory,/Like a mite, is transitory?...
words
words/echo with the ghosts/of almost wholly-lost/worlds...
Ludwig
Before the battle,/The mad, killing throttle,/Brutus and Horace perused Aristotle...
