"Every day Never singing"
A clean dress
and rose’s twine to deck the hero’s Wreaths
away four children to stormy seas Breathing the fields for the birds white feathers blowing brows
decorating us as gifts for drag swans ashore some forever In the-cloud’s red stones plain, sad singing of the four swans scattering over the God like boy crystal gazing brides 900 in their graves WITH children throats every day NEVER singing CHILDREN THROATS NEVER SINGING EVERY DAY NEVER SINGING