Poem - Few Rains Near The Brooding Case

few
rains
near
the brooding
case
the hair
we
kneels

by
the assistance
obediently
any
ponders
unlike
the eternal
wolf
the jittery
funeral
displays
under
the tender
attention
nobody
purchases
round
the difficulty
many
specifies
before
the brooding
mind
grey
dune
shakes

warmly
into
the white-hot
view
past
the sheep
theirs
collects