how did you get in
your bare soul moulds
in the screaming tunnel
how would the wind whip
your self not there
but there in the leaves circling
how did you get out of the dark jet
uncouple from that carrier bag of blood
was you getting on ok
your breath is my tired whisper
and your voice risen as thermals buoying
how is it treating you
your nerves cry at winter’s sting
and how are you now my child
snuffle your name through my closing canal
