in the pine and
paraffin
they were cold
they were interim
in the wine:
witherin
your ghost
you were slight
very thin
in the snow
we were buried and
in the night,
tarried in
your home
you were
you were
in the brine
bretheren
with the rain
you were glistenin
thin my rind
tethered in
your name
sleep inside
peregrin
round the glade
you were featherin
in my stein
weather
won't abate
you were
you were
you were
you were