Monitors

Start and bend
at the waste
letting each extra cloud
do its shroud without 
a loud charade 
directed at the tree-mixed
pinafore. Canaries,
coal, and the life given
out for the false knife.
How much bark in the 
park? What order to
the wait? This is
the crow place. Ours
is a howitzer grace.
Trace a face and 
dwell on the edge
of a satellite dawn,
a little after dawn,
fawning of the lawn
lessness.