DIVING BIRDS AND DOOR OF COLOR

      Blood is the mortar.  Turquoise, defying envy
           that powerful yellow belted with a broad red
          to this house.  Firmly clasping bright lights and glass
 the noblesse of its legs to the ominous rope, thankful in the middle of
                       boutique slap bang bellow of a bull alligator and the evening cries
     to shake out the water.  Then,


                        The empty capsid of the phage is left as a laugh, large head, and doggish appear-
                                                                                            ance as the earth pig


               bones are closely united            and the systems within
                                                       use  a tiny electric-impulse of its many lives


                             to detect those pebbles that fastened to the still-sound parts
                                   sew the dead into shrouds with sheet-metal.