Thank You Notes from the Underground

i want to say thanks for the
oats and lengths of
rope you lent in
the bitter winter,
and
though you are shrewd,
it was your cud i
chewed
through the gray days
that darkened
december

and after.

and after my own hope
broke under the
slide of a
slope
and
the cold ground was
covered by
peonies,
you came to the spot where
the two of us
rot,
and placed
pennies on the
eyes of
my shivaree