nameless place

[fledgist]

this is a dry and stony quarter-acre

too hard to till and far too small to build

upon by us the poor and the unskilled

 

here in the realm of liar and of faker

where the last honest impulse has been stilled

this is a dry and stony quarter-acre

 

left over at creation by the maker

so there is nothing that we have to gild

no dark condition we've left unfulfilled

this is a dry and stony quarter-acre