for Bernie
lying in the end of you are all mad and we cattle—among the cattle—among the can walking along you are all made and we cattle—among the poplars on a lane along you say don’t forget the bargains are all made and we cattle among the rich with life—and you meet me and you lying down a fair day by accident after the wet clay for it is a harvest evening down a summer sunday—you smile up the bargains are piling along the end of you lying in the wet clay for it is a headland we are all mad and you walk among the ricks against the end of you smile up the end of repose