Swiss Oxen
For the banks of Peter’s wall I had Canadensis to unwind And flowers for Mary There were shores below And trees above And goats to accompany the acre We sat with our chalk And prayed for the women Who taught us the lost of the ark
Romansh was ours We berated only the names of the stars And prayed against vertigo And sailing and time And French salad was the best of the quail I had a fever Less than scarlet More than ailing along We were four and seven and one And the horses set free Off to the Host of the trail To Gladhound and the witness Who stopped by But I returned him to the ally For amusement against war And a tool for the house I saved wine And pray for swimming by noon
The eternal pond Of rocks Of Landsdowne place of men and roses Buttons of time for the earliest of words For the whale to swim to St. Peter