ELSEWHERE.

In corners,
Off centre,
Over edges,
Unmentioned;
Around Inclines,
Amidst half surveyed ridges
Of surface pitch,
Behind the horizon,
Beyond the sun rise
And underneath the earth.
In pocks and post holes
Hidden in the road,
Lower than the street lit tarmac,
Between the natural and artificial
Boundaries of livelihood,
Where concealment pits
Rain water drained against
Our sewage merchandise,
And perfect well springs begin
Without knowledge of what
They will become.