the black cows

on the brown grass

in a way that is true to life

it’s a time of Tennyson

and sober up

realism’s a noun

and prevention and treatment 

of sugar water

shamble along behind

a dawning age of poetry 

the lines of Bogan

where  the body

is the shadow’s prison

the web of life

officially stationed

in the Expo

regarded as a kind of

one-million-copies-sold

between a scattering of jades 

and a semi-precious 

often drink tea