Mercury at
this late date,
to no alarum —
the batteries,
trust in that,
were dead —
took a knap
& fewest he
as told &
shortest cane,
a lantern up-
right behind
the dog, tender
with it, they;
the man stood,
shaped iron &
adze made wood
on his shoulder —
she had said —
‘Of the scree,’
the dog said,
‘a flint only
& one wet stone
from the alders,
they won’t mind’ —
from the others,
an old man
shook himself
& pointed where
he threw it —
it was rolling
down the hill
ayaladn 