I WESTWARD HO
Me and Marty and Struthers, due;
headed out like bastard winemen
seeking. Grains, forged hops, wheat
oats and barley too. He hung the
pieman high and did some laundry.
On the gravelled shore another Jesus
wept, and the mercy of man went
fronting. I westward ho westward
go. Seeking nothing, only wanting.