Remb

   Remember the name of a

girl called

       Bonny Lander!

         Remember?
                                         Saskatchewan

FUR HIGHWAYS                  Yakutia
Canada, Siberia                       HIGHWAYS
Lined with fur

                            Only a way to come

  Back Bonny

                       Search out the

Pizzle: glowing cherries above the snow

             Like a saint's telegraph or scattered dice

Malted Nickel ore: the red plastic devil eyes

                Of the switchboard- little foxes

Coming in on the radar

             Inexorable lines flows

To fill up the cosmopolitan

  Bourgeois ball bearings rolling on

                                          de luxe

tongueless umber fur arrows

to add a serve of static to the musk
There's no escaping physics or silicates

Just look at the roof of the

Crystal vault- sky- taverna- well;

Weird blue-eyed wolfies sledding

Picture a beauty pageant on skis

In the main square in UB city

                             Mongolia

Beginning a mammoth trek to your place

An ingenious smuggle-funnel

Of diamonds-fur-girls, the gay harvest

Of gambling chieftains.
Wealth flows backwards as well to

Shut the shamans up

   Foxes for Berlin foxes for London

Some of them overshot- making it to

                                 Dublin

Taking it to the nape

Of the Governesses's neck

Back home the silent and filthy

Paw

Belongs to the Shaman

Buried upright in a tree.