Threshing Oars Cut the Wind & I’m Certain (Saint Lawrence Gives Alms to November)

Tracts of tailored land
sewn up mouths for you
sew me shut or
make it true
 
Made me a truant yapping dog
persistant father of
the vanguard at arms
up the ramparts
well, it’s done with now
 
It’s not what you think and
it’s not what you want
I’m sorry you had to wear
your very best suit
today
 
Sell me reeds on the
Dutch canal
roads pass far beneath our [...]

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