psalm

certain it is his voice at

a distance chanting a melancholy psalm
tune among the graves in
the vicinity
always shook their heads
and
came to a knot of the
name of
abraham
or

according
to the lot of
a

pipe sank deep in the afternoon
to stretch himself
on the

shoulder a loud laugh and a
great
spinningwheel at one
end and a
bound stood at

once in the chase but just
as they came
to the lot of a
knighterrant of yore by
single combat but lchabod was too
gross or
monstrous

for
his fortress at every door and
window

(C) 2026 Shane Cooper

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