A decade mislaid since his lingering disappearance then Latin's alphabet surfaced across a white stone - struck below a dusty Israeli suburb .../
Sweet stinking cattle of Brough Hill - our machinations are latched on to you by German engineering suck you near to dry .../
Her long-rooted shyness stopped her donning angel ways in Israel - on an Arab feast day .../
Clasped - a cold buttock - dipping to thoughts of others' comforts - way before zeal had become sloth-by-illness .../
We must use stage whispers of the plight of Palestinians - lest we upset the status quo of seventy-one years .../
It is now zero-two-twenty-two and my sleep is distracted by far too much thinking about minor possibilities .../
We drove due east past the concrete wall - by the older stones which marked the fall .../
I measured the fixed areas in which a life was doused - drawn for the new owner - one way to heal his house .../
The night's timed howl outside is of another wheel-rattled diesel slowing over the level crossing which is now closed to us ...
That preterist way of completed schemes here sound as raw as infants' screams ...