Bantam priests kept fighting 

Many a corner foroar a fowl 

Confession after dinner drinks 

Speeches tucked and hidden 

in the holes of passing places 

December frosting 

The glass eyes at the screen 

Of its misgivings 

Counting out twenty twenty 

Rolling the bridge out too sea

The tv movies of humans 

You would of never known 

If you weren’t hooded 

And caught in false feed 

loop tube of self 

Publishing coverage 

the cage fight of the 

Centurion kept busy 

Learning of knots 

Songs for sailing

Over the waves.