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.