The Poem That Is Not One

the time of rain was gaining and the one that it was gaining on was dumb so he could not shout or, peep or, yell for the rain had washed him away.


Later that day the rain had passed and the dumb man sat on the road with his toad the road was cold.


that night he thought he might think of how to speak so he kicked a dog with the end of a log and than he died that night.