The day's lung held full Shrillness in the heated grass Collapsing on his hunting stool Seed shells like a radiance The oligarch flanks his tent Salted thistle in his throat To the family Keep the mansion dark and Full of leaves For this Nest against the tent The day's lung held full Shrillness in the heated grass Was where the ghosts lined up The physics of the carpet pain The coldest depth along the stream The darkest blue above the ridge Collapsing on his hunting stool Seed shells like a radiance But how the day refused to breathe