August Normandy
At the rising of the new moon
a one-legged mosquito
infects the neck-cracking eskimo in
Panama reading a novel by fire kettle light
Once he cracked Polish night club Passover bread
on Michaelmass Eve beneath
the timber roof of a ninth-born pauper
breeding needle bath greens
like a ninth-rate ox feather
but now he's a nerve-tingling overlap
a fault needle gathering night letters
palm honeyed by the ocean's compass
and as sour as a milk cart in August Normandy