Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

It was pathetic the stones

I threw or smashed my mouth on
I threw or smashed my mouth on
I threw or smashed my mouth on
in my pathology of starvation
in my pathology of starvation
This hunger drove me
This hunger drove me
into the vineyards
into the vineyards
with their drooping pebble-gray fruits —Fanny Howe
with their drooping pebble-gray fruits
—Fanny Howe

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