The undertaker’s wife Loved a log of wood to life; Shaped...
You feel them as a thickening of a mood of melancholy in...
This is the room where she disentangled herself at...
Who is that man at the doorway, mam in the big black bowler...
Cows, great belly sacks slung on a rugged geometry, move...
Grendel the man-scathe climbs from the dark, wet below into...