295 Cub

Dead fox
Seems asleep but
For stillness and staring
Fixed ahead with blood gliding from
One ear

294

For he referred to
Himself and they referred to
Themselves and so fought

293

Listen to the earth
Make friends of fleeting shadows
This is not our home

292

Everywhere is dead
Save for imagination
Thrown down taken back

291

Nothing much to say
We a crown of a planet
Enthralled confinement