Jared Carter

In spite of verses you can say
         line for line, word
For word, none of that will delay
         the flat-edged sword

Or executioner's keen axe
         that will come down
On you at last. What then, how ask
         for the green gown,

The falling rain, the smell of hay
         fresh cut, the sound
Of the young frogs, not far away,
         all gathered round?