i understand that hard road
   where all that was is gone

O farm i don't know the location of
will you take us in
having driven with our last gas
out from the shattered suburb

we were starving in our dark house
and tired of hearing guns at night
we'll work at whatever you want us to
we don't require much


"One evening in the late 1940's I asked Frost whether he was fond of Beddoes, and he said he was; but he said so with what seemed to me a warning glitter in his eye, and i did not pursue the subject." --Wilbur (Previously on Xvarenah.)


More on Issue 1. --I've looked at some of the poems, and i strongly suspect they all were computer-generated. I will call the "author" Robot X., and hope to produce a Best of... anthology on Lulu presently.