uncalculable

how many lost now rise alongside?

(grounds maintained by moderate lads)

& do i have enough toes & fingers & threads for that count?

(the mild boys lead the Galloway cows from the fields to the barns for milking)

those that were buried the winter heaves them up

(the severe trip nose-to-nose with earth kissing being kissed)

i unravel my sheets use my toes to count off eleven knot ten threads

for seven days called

week check one of the boxes

- mild - moderate - severe

i am not corpse worthy yet my aim is earth and worm— a friendlier realm where

thin mud offers a damp shawl along this road i sink here here here