In the dominion of pillars of faith
   her nest toppled by the march winds
   she set out through the forest
   on a cloudy day
   the dower sky whining over tea, the weakened
   country side rolling over onto his side to watch for
   coming night.
  
   sick with fever now the cottages glowed from within,
   and all the plump women fanned the fires and cooked
   the soups and warmed the water for the baths of small
   children.
  
   this one bathes with a sail boat.
   That one uses kitchen spoons and bottles.
   meanwhile
   the grass shivers
   the cars in the driveway
   pull restlessly at horizontal lines
   thrown carelessly across
   the yard.