Here's an interesting little number from J.H.Prynne's *Poems*:
USE YOUR LOAF
Then part of it fell down.
It was like rain, down was its fall
but partial and to the side.
The side-part fell, if down
then sideways and lay
dying there too, on my side.
Thus parted, own you like it
as eye-pain. You laid it down,
her name your art dies for.
Beside herself you all part then
and her own is not so, known
down there as ways fallen apart.
J.H. Prynne
Yours
John Kinsella
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