Seem an I

Bedraggled angels blethered

across Eleven Acres

as belling from the bwoneyard

a rangled round the archet

Her fingernails a ripped

from hauling clay filled fists

out of the river's edges

for pots with happy voices

Conzum ed with t****eten

that's only eased by scratching

whisp words slim as thistles

or a sickly chicken's whistles

Seem an I a childhood

of quartere'il and wormwood

of not friends running nowhere

of vog a veiling elsewhere

Till in the vaulted barn

queer lit by dummet zun

she knew herself a vessel

fit for a different wordle

where footsteps must be lwone

and barefoot upon stones

and the northwind's ever host

gives edges to the ghosts

Seem an I a childhood

of quartere'il and wormwood

of not friends running nowhere

of vog a veiling elsewhere

of mother's voice not calling

of corrugated iron

of devil's birds and whiskey

of chilver hogs and fleecy

and **** I could not repay

and **** I could not repay