drink this book as this be a book of david. of witch, and wind and men erecting. stone. chattering scratched rocks with holes through. and warm hand prints of a changeling brood. all of david’s animals climbing through. the last of the hares and cats of cornwall, of old england. advancing behind a black poodle. a friend. of ours. who took this grit from sellotape, to plant, toclootie covered trees thathang over ancient wells.and back again. who we followed in a line, in night. into a field, of leather waistcoats and ribbons. into a field where the moon came out. and bled, leaked white and runny at the edges. the black poodle spread at his feet at a time. it ate darkness with. Left-sided landowner. someone we know. the know of who he is and made. of. with him and her. drink this dark. drink it down. drink Me.