You might think I said Harvard,
I said Hartford, about 3000 souls
Less that Harvard’s freshman classes
Five thousand outskirts, nothing
More on Hill, Hartford cemetery
I said I’m being cremated, brother-in-law
Obscure lung ailment from Arizona
Dry cactus, Bactria, viral, not the
Same, no one’s ever yearly the same
I’ve lost thousands, thousands, thousands
Maybe population in Hartford, can’t help
We’ll only grow, less than five thousand,
I lost my passport in Nicaraguan panisula
Less than 5.000, money into basket, little
Asking for more, less, more, offering
As one takes bread and wine, ethics
Uncounted ethics, more than
Money, wine, or bread, bread dipped
Salient, road to exquisite business
Plan, offering into basket, basket.
Charles Taylor C
2018