Shunt Shunting the straw was a girl dressed all in blue. She wore her hair long cum long befoe c. She knew then the way then was what the sinister knew was wrong. She knew it was wrong to hang he knew that it was wrong to bury his face. So he buried his face in the long hair. And he knew her then as his dear. Saddle Saddle Saddle up. We did saddle like fifes. Long neck and brief thighs hook and then hook again— the stray dirt darting before the break— Spirit fleeing sick Stallion—straight beneath his ankles His sweaty ankles, rook-like and sallow. Saddles long white bow and curve at the spine the sheer numbers—still reproachful at the lips and supine, gasp for air. The spine so saddled. Caitif My caitif came toward the house. My caitif came like a jug to the door. There is a ball in his mouth. There is also a calf in the grass and its legs stick out wildly. A caitif too. Creep through and break— with grass all captivating. Gras...