Pj Harvey Seem An I
Bedraggled angels blethered
Across Eleven Acres
As belling from the bwoneyard
A-rangled round the archet
The scarlet sky a-warning
As wailing from the kitchen
From baby gurrel dread-fulled
Lone-left on a breadboard
This not-girl growed to sarching
For the other half of something
And waded Riddle river
With hummock-bones and tree-tears
Her fingernails a-ripped
From hauling clay-filled fists
Out of the Riddle's edges
For pots with happy voicеs
Waxen crundels croaking
For The Lamb alrеady taken
And lost beloved brother
Once thickest inkle weaver
Conzum-ed with twanketen
That's only eased by scratching
Wisp-words slim as thistles
Or a sickly chicken's whistles
Till in the vaulted barn
Queer-lit by dummet zun
She knew herself a vessel
Fit for a different wordle
Where footsteps must be Iwone
And barefoot upon stones
And the northwind's ever-host
Gives edges to the ghosts
