There is an eye, there was a slit.

Nights walk, and confer on him fear.

The strangler tree, the dancing mouse

confound his vision; then they loosen it.

Henry widens. How did Henry House

himself ever come here?

Nights run. Tes yeux bizarres me suivent

when loth at landfall soft I leave.

The soldiers, Coleridge Rilke Poe,

shout commands I never heard.

They march about, dying & absurd.

Toddlers are taking over. O

ver! Sabbath belling. Snoods converge

on a weary-daring man.

What now can be cleard up? from the Yard the visitors urge.

Belle thro’ the graves in a blast of sun

to the kirk moves the youngest witch.

Watch.