Like us

They who go down to the sea
In shops, Zig-zagging across the
Sloping grass on their way, nerves
All a window’s arranged waves

Q & I brought the antler down off the shelf
It once had been a book that has been there too long
It hid, like us

Ploughed a dust-bowl, called it quits
like us, Traded that time for another time
Skated it.  The way the idiots

Took her off the wall, just like a chicken
And dragged her to the sink, through the dust
I thought, where they
Saw what chickens get done and
How they went on for exactly twenty words too many

Put the antler away, sold.
I heard they did not ever
Quite make it to the sea