Enda Wyley reads

I Saw Ten of Them Ramble Across the Land

I saw ten of them ramble across the land—
six brothers and their sisters strutting about
all in high spirits. A fine robe of skin—
it was quite clear to see—hung on the wall
of each of their houses. And not one of them
was hard done by, nor did it pain them
to move about, robbed of their delicate skin,
gnawing the withering shoots, roused
by the power of the guardian of heaven.
New clothes are there for the taking
by those who before roamed out naked;
they stuffed over the ground.

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