sometimes a concert of nail & maul     you
enter the world & a thing holds a thing
in a place     you open your mouth     say cap-
stone plumb-bob technical stuff like that     or
maybe this silence the air doesn't snap
& the sky stays stitched to the roof stays stitched
to the walls    you are good with sizes   can
be the Most Enormous It    or fit right
here like a squeak    your favourite bit is
windows windows    & in those windows clouds

                 I tear it up     Mrs Wellsey puts me
                 in the cupboard till the bell     it is King-
                 dom then     I am good at spelling     this is
                 who I am     I make cities out of no-
                 thing     I don't have a team     today I live
                 in Tiny Town      my buildings all fall down