To set a name to it, hold them
down and ask merely
are they shouting, with both feet
planted and leaning towards me
the note forming no con-
sequence, they gulp the
landscape before them
Alert, to the name of an occasion
which is theirs as I take
it from them, the offered gift
met by the purest sound
I cannot hold this
it is a name: shouting
or leaning, on the single
earth which is below them, each one