where they Will go –

intransigent wildcats burst through reckonings

to surrender to Us; We

have their

best interests at Heart – What

time is it, Now, there

where you are? (Here the

clock has frozen

in a grinding Ache) – Tell

the Vicar

his hour has come ‘round to take

charge – this sudden

populace has bared its arms and Searches the

Heavens for remittance – How

can we doubt

her pure Intention as she arches through

invective

and collated files of disrepair

to attain

a Unity of purpose and Conjoiner

here

the awkward Stance

of a goat

upon the hill? --