Collating bones: I would have liked to do.

Henry would have been hot at that.

I missed his profession.

As a little boy I always thought

‘I’m an archeologist’; who

could be more respected peaceful serious than that?

Hell talkt my brain awake.

Bluffed to the ends of me pain

& I took up a pencil;

like this I’m longing with. One sign

would snow me back, back.

is there anyone in the audience who has lived in vain?

A Chinese tooth! African jaw!

Drool, says a nervous system,

for a joyous replacing. Heat burns off dew.

Between the Ices (Mindel-Würm)

in a world I ever saw

some of my drying people indexed: “Warm.”