<p>Over where the ragged people go is a field of frost cackling underfoot grass that bends and snaps at the ends Over where the ragged people go seas rage, boiling feathers and fins sleek bodies and wings Over where the ragged people go I see just the tip of your ear poking out […]</p>
Over where the ragged people go
is a field
of frost cackling underfoot
grass that bends and snaps
at the ends
Over where the ragged people go
seas rage, boiling
feathers and fins
sleek bodies and
wings
Over where the ragged people go
I see
just the tip
of your ear
poking out from beneath spreading rubble
catching like shadows
on the footpath
Over where the ragged people go
you see me
an outline with no body
framed
by the wind.
Over where the ragged people go
under clouds upon clouds
peeling snow