John Myers
from Mudship
So many of us, Griffith, put
your champ down when we retire
see pleasure clear the sheep-plague
anodyne, a tour of recuperation
Griffith, what confines our relationship
I did not become you, no,
anonymous, we took out our lunches
in any field in any city, anonymous,
Griffith and me, see the pleasure
egg two men on something special
This pleasure is not some fragile
with growing pleasure, Griffith, there
we are fully formed