Sean Patrick Hill
To the Accompaniment of a Fiddle
So theres this abyss in the grass,
a flight test of ice.
A word and a word
a charged sorrow.
Grass is mascara to the burly earth.
the undertaker who dont recognize
To say nothing of dismay, say little
the roots solution, dear kin.
Dear earth, be generous.
Among some, the wooden,
be at ease,
wax saddled box of a mule.