leave us this greenhearted arrestee at the horsegate and go
regenerate your headstones. he is earthborn and earthbred,
no shortage of rethreshed bondages, sorehearted, deserting
of no one. he is of us, earthen, greener. in teenage gardens
he seeded our own thorns, bestrode the horseherd redbreast,
serenaded our rehearsals and treasons, gathered in regard
the strange and abhorrent throngs of our terror. bear him
shortbread and at best steerage, sergeant, and beget, begone.
