Murmurs
Trembles
Grumbles
Rumbles
Rolls the word
Drags the muddy flags
Crumbs of blood
On ice
Sneaking a scribble
Still writing
Louse
All poems leafed through the evening
Babbled
Something
Sculpted
And is glad
No, not glad
Here's the other
Again the twain
Howl
Chirl
Drink milk
Whisht
Wes, whisht
Fished out