a pallet’s gore the screw’s on poor the doe’s tail shakes just like a wolf the tire falls amisher holds the tree she rots and splits this isn’t like it was before this bit’s so stripped it won’t fit the head anymore land hag comes she steals the wood a sagging door the stagecoach barn ladder’s rungs are torn from spine SHE WANTS IT GONE the ratchet hammered the beer buck plastered if only a sledge would do we tore down the house with a nail in the eye and threw it in the river too where we sat in lawn chairs and set asail new caught the raft aboard the stew so forget that old hag and jump into the creek! find the black river somewhere and the floor will be our raft and the ceiling our stars and we’ll never have a care anymore