J.H. Prynne - Mouth Open lyrics

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