1.
On a little peninsula
In a dredged-out bay
An old man with a sack
Upon his shoulder
Feeds the crows
2.
Along a tiny peninsula
As white as salt
An old man with a heavy sack
Upon his shoulder
Saunters feeding
Crows
3.
Cinematomorphic flashes from
Peninsular train windows
Railroad the complete splitting
Of the crow-peopled cosmogony:
(Yet knowing that to be
Is better than to be going.)
4.
Apocalyptics unanimous
Disengage and deburrow
Black as corby night descends
The moon knifes down
Upon the tiny salt-flat-white
Peninsula.
5.
An old man with a heavy sack
Flings it to the crows.
