I doggedly dig i allegedly dug a dog
that digs called in from the cold frame
hole to get the blood and bone
from whence it was and whence it came.
at once i gladly roared at lions on tins
to sit by fire toasting hands Cupping ginger
Burning the overs in tapered paper wire.
whilst wearing gas mask detecting leaks
to save the fallen wild rock in Belgian
chimneys bathed in orange and mauve.
the double needles blank seven