A bitter wind pass
blow scraps from the table.
It whistled in the cracks
an old haunted stable.

Fleas and the flies,
And the home in the stove,
And the fleas and the flies

Miasma sound
a ping in the coke shoot.
Old pendleton rags
and olfactory glue.

Face in the hole,
And closer and farther,
And the face in the hole