Benoit Pioulard Corpus Chant
If they're always reticent to believe There is gasoline on the crest of the hill What will straining lines of five years deign to leave As the tissues are broken down & the flame burns the will
Writ in edges, made amends it hums a single note to me Burrs on clothing & a heat stroke of desiring still Clear the brush & flora to ascend to plant an apple tree & what the deer don?t get, the rabbits surely will
