1. We Have a Friend Ourselves
Lost in contempt of them

2. Colder than his stillness
Amidst the movement of hot sand

3. The skin of his face
Tells of fish skin

4. Or snake skin flayed
Or piece of a net

5. Or linked chainmail when
You see it meshed

6. Or turbid water when
The wind shows its weaving

7. Or ships in love
Or broken boat

8. Or sieve or fine
Fabric all ripped

9. Or pigeon droppings how
Much filth it smeared

10. Or wasp nest if
It bred then left

11. Or peach stone
She crunched

12. Or dry arms
The cocks have pecked

13. Or the ring of chainmail
When you see it fastened

14. Like grits in it, lentils
A face of little blessing

15. Hated for its ugliness
By every road it took