He counted
the monotonous sound
from one transformer breaks off the shovel against the ground
chopstick Meat
sparrow crow

I want to go digging with thin soles
How does it feel


he shakes his hand hand shakes
he big plans
a fifteen meter long ditch


they're here too
they speak calmly first
when he does not respond, the voices become higher


they ask about her
If you do not mind the shoulder
Why it gone and where

they do not find you
lure with voices calm calm at first yea
But it's not her sound is it
is their sound

from here we will never go
here we will always be

here are moat graves full of pale milk cartons
here weak pale green peas of marsh grass

he done a fifteen meter long attempt
No risky commitment


he could tell about that day she came out with him
He made a hole in the water bag so that her mouth appeared
she made small bubbles
he had put her close to the chest
carried her to the marsh
Look

She never without a name