January 9
We're drifting on the neap tide,
we're rolling in a van
while superstitious stories

are related to the clan.

Silent through to dinner

my invigorated host

leaps to laughing life

with sudden engines working.

"Help us, holy children,

escape this bloody mess!

Give us all that's needed!

Take us to the wall!"

Your thoughts were never heeded
but now it's time to save us all.