19 September 2012
From the silken quiver
Nested arrows have all flown
Blown sideways in quicksilver
Specks o'er the rain-flecked loam
And on that guilty shiver
Gilded fletchers strike for home
Past finger-checks and corded necks
Down tracks all overgrown
They pray with silent vigour
As they leave the turned earth sown
For the souls of dandelion seeds
In their marrow honeycomb
Alms Dealer • Opuss № I