“Orchard of bone, river of stone / each leaf of monument fists hold / Edeny even as the east’s / Enemy serpentines the dirt // of this road’s crookèd…

“In distress, in the midst / of our performances as cheating / mediums, two thieves, two fiends, / too destined to never become / friends, writing letters to each…”

“With haste tonguing their taste off of you, / no longer hesitating, sickened from / waiting, manners worsened working for / unceasing, unseasoned hours taking // hold gripping with…”

“Take the soul but / leave the body for / those who weep, to / grieve, that men might / whisper in evening of / what they deny having / seen…

“Beneath Montaup Hill where hatchets lay, / waiting to be buried, on top / of a foggy day prayer wagers / its breathless plea against, uncertain of / reply…”