Prior to finding its place setting
in greater meridian society
there was period of time accepting
a higher calling in Alzheimer’s
afterward a pressure cooker moment
portering chocolate malts in hospital
The only Cold War that wraught world
Record temperatures with the sun
We’re the thoughts and recollection
that horse left town
Dragging curdled imperial temples
Towards the soap box rivers of
Unarmed hill for tea and crosswords
With pagan roosts for barn owl
Calling themselves Plantagenet cosine.
