Quill

Cards (15)

was a body not well suited...
to the balks and the bumpy edges of a field
I'd like to take...
a scythe to him
if those scratchings on his board...
might scratch us too
his mapping has reduced us to...
a web of lines. there is no life in them
at this point, Mr Earle...
(as we will never think of him)
he's labelled mr quill the...
village natural - the local idiot
there was a fiddle, ...
satan's instrument
he is melting in the flames, ...
his flesh running off his bones like candle wax
long travel chest is looking now ...
more like a seeping spill of blood
I burnt them with...
the man that painted them
it's Mr Quill who's _ and _. It's Mr Quill who's _. _
It's Mr Quill who's intimate and kind. It's Mr Quill who's valiant. It will not make him popular
he's _ and he's _ us.
he's coloured and he's flattened us
But slowly I can feel the calfskin...
surrendering to my hand. It's thinning and it's softening
Evidently Mr Quill is putting down a _ just as I am _.
Evidently Mr Quill is putting down a root just as I am pulling up my own.
our observer's smile...
was menacing