Stone walls and the shouting of men
Flibberty flibberty flibberty
Into this starved air
Bells thudding hollow cracking
He is waiting
She is sure
Low rumbling dogs unsure
Paws clicking fish bones
Flibberty
Coming back
Place of never was
Ear pressed to the door
Why did I have so many children?
Mist rolling into rain rolling into
Cracked land
One more child
One more child she is calling forth
Flibberty flibberty flibberty
Lightning splitting time
Small hand at her neck
Speaking not singing
Speaking not singing
Her words are a dream
Flibberty flibberty flibberty
Words are a
Flibberty flibberty
Words are
Flibberty
Words
–Shaun Perkins
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 
Wow ! Incredible.