(1)

Did you put his finger-painting

on the fridge? Was he happy?

When did he find out?

(2)

Polishing the silver in the half-light,

the sugar-basin, though it's just for show,

under the handle, inside the lid,

where the darkness will still hide.

(3)

How brackish moors syphon

bleak eyes, broken stars.

Pray for Tondle, sad 'lah.