who held the broken word?


                bread the bone in a stone


                              croaking its lonesome air of conversation

                spinning over the strung out mountain


 those lines (which) came to me quite quickly echo in my mind some of the cadences of Crow by Ted 

Hughes. So I consider them a little imitation and homage that my unconscious mind produced without 

any effort.  it's the training mind that works thus

  the mind that's always working

we need not fear influence but learn from it  

  the generous labor of universal imagination ac ross the centuries
          t   i            m                   e    .


on thee other hand and the her  ot to see
peregrinating across the sky