Kalense Kid:
we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Kalense Kid:
no doubt they'll soon get well
Kalense Kid:
Things seemed all right at first
Kalense Kid:
frantic gestures of the dead
Kalense Kid:
place was rotten with dead
Kalense Kid:
steady and aglow
Kalense Kid:
no lot in our labour
Kalense Kid:
monstrous anger
Kalense Kid:
nor any voice of mourning
Kalense Kid:
no one will worry a bit
Kalense Kid:
no one spoke of him again
Kalense Kid:
each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds
Kalense Kid:
song of Solomon
Kalense Kid:
morval
Kalense Kid:
exit
Kalense Kid:
owing it all to ghosts
Kalense Kid:
walk on by
Kalense Kid:
known to no-one
Kalense Kid:
these who die as cattle
Kalense Kid:
suicide of the heart