The Rain's Innumerable Hooves Spatter On The

Your Turn Has Come To Sift Through The Dreck Of Humanity For Rare Specks Of Originality

The Rain's Innumerable Hooves Spatter On The Streets And Roofs.

Sometimes The Fluffy Bunny Of Incredulity Zooms Around The Bend So Rapidly That The Greyhound Of Language Is Left, Agog, In The Starting Cage.

War May Be An Auction For Countries. For Soldiers It's A Lottery.

Beyond The Indian Hamlet, Upon A Forlorn Strand, I Happened On A Trail Of Recent Footprints.