If you don’t like what I say, I’ll learn better with A good hard shaking.
Still waters conceal Slanders, accusations, the Bodies of the dead
Endless sympathies To those who abused me With good intentions
Beneath the gold are Disquieting dark pictures Lost so long ago.
The children climb into the cabin, twirl knobs and push levers, Raise windows, stomp pedals, probe cushions, smash buttons, pull latches, Hearts thrilling, minds soaring,