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