Corey Marks

A Brief Account of my 33rd Year

The Year I set a date on calendars, blank
and given you everything
Year my life wasn't changed but rearranged
and no boy nor man would come near my
dwelling place.
Year I sat out in my pussy wagon
and escaped the troubled tone death muzzle
of those who took my ambitions for a cop-out
and their mouths dropped when i exceeded my 
dreams and was called up into destiny


Dumb Luck


Boredom,
brought on by simple sadness
depressed by such madness
How I could stand being stuck in a rut
I'd been forced in by the bandits attempts to
torture my self inflicted need not cause pain





Loss

Comes like the scatter of new bunnys
born after the set of the sun on a
cotton-scented day in May
I let tears fall as the lives of those
heaven sent , had gone away.
I drank all, the next day
and felt my insides disintegrate

 The String

threaded and shredded with
orange coloring and died red end
and kids knit, grandmas sit in blankets
made of it

The Empty Theater

quiet and murky
and projectors broken
where film tore and disappointing
customers uproar in disgust



Bell

ringing in the day and night
never quiet, and to the ones who still lay sleep
once church let in and the sun rose to its
highest point


 To the Reader

that shares my pain
and run away to the nearest path leading
down a dark way
or says hey, to the devil left on
their right shoulder
and the angle swore to stay away


Little Bird

afraid of what they heard
that the next day they flew tree to tree
for their spawn who fell, one by one
to the ground below the
and the little one died instantly
but the older once struggled for breathe



At Seven

i was saving 11 pencils to use in school
and when my teacher ran out
i took more
and hid them in my bookbag til
she came up with more


After the Shipwreck

we burrowed onto lifeboats, rafts
and whatever light enough
to float us to the next place
we have to stay in order to survive
a lifestyle stranded amongst forced pals
who would like nothing more to be on a paradise
island without me raining in on their
new isolated corner of the world

Bruce Bond

Body and Soul

Where to find freedom over the horizon
where feet, cut and callused drag over
trails of tracks erased from those who try to escape
where broken backs yield to the fresh fields

and they slump over and work
until blood hits the bone
and finger ball at the crests of their knuckles
and exhale out prayers for repair

they carry weight on their heavy hearts
and sometimes hear the screams echo through the fields
of another who chased the moon over the edge
but were snatched back once the sun rose again


Ringtone

An annoying pitch to the ear
when we hear Cassiopeia,
A cricket chirp or the chime of a bell
ringing throughout the cases,
pockets or bags that hold them
and alert the owners that will choose to
ignore them, silence them, or  return them


Ash

Smudged stains on denim jeans and 
buds sprinkle grey dust to the floor,
burning still. Clouds fill the airways and i pat the
peach flavored cigarillo against my thigh to release
the ash into the wind and then exhaled into the holes
I poked into the sides of caramel root bear
bottles that were clear once the bud became too
short to extort smoke from just the pull of the
lit end.


Two Dreams with a Brief Waking in the Middle

where did my mind wonder to
into paroles of dreams that
scare me. I moved my lips to create wording
were suppose to save, but they only furthered
my slumber that felt like an induced coma
of motionless bodies just lie still
and my mind wanted to awake but another dream,
it just replaced

Scar

My mother owned a rose gold, eggplant broach,
with purple crystals and lime green stones.
it sat on her dresser and I often took it with me into my bedroom
i would gazed at the glare of my reflection into the broach
and watch as 8 of me stare back into my face
and i stuck its pin into cloth of my Little Maggie Doll's dress
but missed the clip and it stuck straight into my skin
and red plasma spilled out.

The Human Share

Revelation of his return
and the
and carry the visit of  his son,
where a rapture would come
 and carry those of us, good, up above.

How humane are we, to live up to a God
the ultimate being, and human's share him
through laughter, pleasure and prayer.



Elysium

Most dangerous of all is reality
for if i could fall into a dream to escape
the madness of it all, that would
make me the most happy.

like, the ray of auburn chocolate kisses
that touch the spine of my back from him,
my dream man, and in the end
he licks me like Barbie, would Ken


Estate

Land cultivated by manicured lawns
and on Ireland green grass
sat a house, and a stable, and a shed
that left a bands of their glare
over the neighbors sun lit land it spares

Peal

These long days, and the glazed eyes
and zombie-like behavior of students
afraid of the inevitable, and teachers
standing on sticks and steeples as they approach
the end of the reoccurring adult day care
that babysat the over-achiever chats and
thumb tacked their grades into their imaginary
hall of fame


White

And for a time it seemed like all noise
only hummed through the voice box
of voiceless convents and we draped
and clasped speakers to our ears
until the outside world rapidly disappeared

drafts 4-6

no drafts

50 improvs

Improv of B. H. Fairchild - Madonna and Child, Perryton, Texas, 1967


The air begins to throb around us.
On the hill where Sancho's Market sat.
The wind gusted and trees blew leaves
down the street. I walked past homes and shops
to arrive at the market where I brought home 
bannanas, peaches and pears back home later
after sneaking a few bites of fresh bread that 
taunted my nose, at the turn of Sancho's wife's head.

Improv of Allen Ginsberg -  America

America stop pushing I know what I’m doing.
You demand a dream with not a means of
acquiring, yet I'm told to have faith in a
ruthless Uncle Sam and believe in the
lies that Lady Liberty has spewed out.
America where has our stregnth gone?
United we stood on separate ends of a
platform that had no foundation.
Witness to the acts of worldly aspiration
yet those in the outside world do not
find you.

 

Improv of Albert Goldbarth - 27,000 Miles

Like lavish origami animals 

They have returned to the weather that is warm.

Too many birds alike that come

for vacation or some sort of getaway

& we wonder from which way they may have came

through snow, sleet or rain to the hot beaches

and countries where the heat is maintained

They did not even flock together

yet each of a different feather knew

where to flock in the recent change in weather.

Over distances from where they are native

  Seamus Heaney - Digging

My father, digging. I look down Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds. Snatching dead plants out of the ground  He dug up dandelions  and weeds that smelt of raw onions. He prepared each plot for a new flower Each stab into the ground created a new hole that varied in shape but mimicked the next. Roses were cliche. Orchads--expensive, But he knew Lillys were to return even after death and with a glow that formed a beautiful scent. He dug into the earth evenly positioning its place.

Anthony Hecht - The End of the Weekend

We rise together to the second floor.
Slowing to the thought of the end.
We came together over these couple of days,
after we'd met during a session
but became the closest acquaintances of
our mental status but a slave to our physical attraction.

The first day was bright
outside we merged onto paths unfamiliar to us.
We casually sought out museums and
took an interest in the intellect of
a predisposed mind. 

Stephen Graham Jones - Green Pants

“New pants,” he whispered. They hugged the outer silhouette of my body and each sway was carefully kept hidden in each pant legs. "Yes, they are," confidently speaking. They weren't green but  the color of jealously that turned the faces of those who couldn't pull off such a garment.

Yusef Komunyakaa - My Father’s Love Letters

He would beg,Promising to never beat her
but the lies in his letters
said he would but he could never forget her.
forget his fists that pushed into her face
day after day or forget her eyes, t
hat turned a braised blue, red
or purple. He'd never forgot.
Each word blissfully tearing the scab off of the wounds
that replayed her death in our minds.
She would never be normal, & these letters were signs of his love for her
and she believed him.

Philip Larkin - High Windows

Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives—

Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
where we pretend to smile and after
we remain unhappy still and pills only intensify
the  heartbeat inside my brain.
Even after we fucked I knew a child would remain.

Li-Young Lee - Eating Alone

 I see him bend that way--

Of where I once was, but it was inevitable.
I saw him that morning by the trees
the meaning I couldnt yet grasp
because I had no one throughout my life to speak on my behalf
But he showed up so convienently
I wasn't prepared for the back in forth of
a scorned child to the father whom was never around.

 We may have strolled in silence.

W. S. Merwin - The River Of Bees

In a dream I returned to the river  of bees Floating on top of honey, sticking to transparent wings of  insect that wouldn't think twice about stinging me. Yet I felt joy from the tickle of their fury bodies as they crawled over each other beneath me  to pile on top of each other's backs.

Rodney Jones - A Defense of Poetry

If abstract identity, philosophy’s silhouette, authorless, or quoted. A mends to the words that weren't created in vain but to spread far and wide in different languages alike. A marriage of syllables and sounds to bring out the best in the words we found.

Natasha Trethewey - Blond

When on Christmas day I woke to find

a blond wig, a pink sequined tutu,
that was left for me after I obsessed
frequently over Madonna in the like a virgin stage.
And itched over to the mirror with wig on head
in a custom created unsumble, tutu included
to dance and lip sing as the eccentric blond
I wanted to be.

Ilya Kaminsky - We Lived Happily During the War

When they bombed other people’s houses, we protested

but not enough, to ensure our safety or
make peace with our enemies.
But we still have breakfast in the morning
and dinner in the evening.
We kept the t.v. off and the house quiet.
To make time for each other,
and every day we didn't have to flee

Camille T. Dungy - The Preachers Eat Out

      

We don’t serve your kind, one among them laughed,

That’s okay. We’re not hungry for our kind.

We’ve come for food. 
Made by nonjudgmental hands, can you do that?
We won't carry on like brats but we want a couple of menus
to feels us starving rats in your lovely establishment.

Brigit Pegeen Kelly - The Dragon

The snake’s long body hanging down, its tail dragging

slithering away down the path
I use to see what I had to believe but there lie
a snake in my path that I couldn't dare to see

Aimee Nezhukumatathil - Canticle with Sea Worm

 Blessed be the eunicids,

the tiny sea worms mouthing on bits of sand

Heather McHugh - Language Lesson 1976

When Americans say a man

takes liberties, they mean

he’s gone too far.
They know less and more of the
language he's involved in
that vicariously show the
 expansion of his grade.

Kevin Young - Ode to Boudin

You are the chewing gum
of God. Ode to Boudin
the one i worship
in my own meaning of
retrieving meaning across
 the board of broad language.

LeRoi Jones (later changed name to Amiri Baraka) -

Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note

Things have come to that.
Where I cant decide whether to cut my wrists
or sit in the garage, engine on, filling my lungs with carbon dioxide
But My path of choice is pills--
that seperate my mind from reality
and I choose to sing
Nobody sings anymore.
Even before crossing the border onto
heaven or earth, but I would
with clasped hands. Ignoring my path into death's end.

Toi Derricotte - In Knowledge of Young Boys

Blank as the sky of a mind,

a root, neither ground nor placental;

they are men in a childlike state

learning how to be tough, its fate

To learn the meaning  of man

and what their role is on top of that.

They were made in the image of God 

and learns 

Elizabeth Alexander - Haircut

I am a New York woman; I am a flygirl with a new hair cut in New York City in a mural that is dying every day. A haircut I hated but pretended to love. After all, to be me I had to fake it until I made it on top of someone's desk with power or in the parties powwow-ing with the rich & famous who say "hey, i love your haircut" why? because I do. I pretend so well everyone around automatically falls for me. I embrace the hastily choice to decide to keep 3 more inches of my hair or not.

John Ashbery - Farm Implements and Rutabagas in a Landscape  

 Soon filled the apartment. It was domestic thunder,

The color of spinach. Popeye chuckled and scratched

as I imagined  him holding Olive chugging a can of

cooked vegetables that immediately made his muscles

expand. An adrenalin rush he endured to protect

the one he loves.

Eavan Boland - The Pomegranate

The only legend I have ever loved is

the story of a daughter lost in hell.

And found and rescued there.

Love and blackmail are the gist of it.

 Martín Espada - Niggerlips

Niggerlips was the high school name

for me. My full face with the large lips

 I was the outcast whose class pics 

were noticed a center piece of  my face

where to pieces of flesh sat on my head

where myself spilt out in words

and ny peers could could only define me by 1 trait

and I wasnt happy 

William Matthews -  Loyal

I wanted to live forever, too.
So grabbed onto life
without a doubt of who I could be
with ultimate immortality.

Lyn Hejinian - Elegy

I am writing now in preconceptions

Those of sex and ropes
That gave me words
and lines of hope
I brought out pages of my thoughts
and was applauded for  it.

Louise Bogan - A Tale

This youth too long has heard the break
I had it and I wasnt going away.
I walked up to the mirror
and gazed into a reflection that
pushed me out of its frame, telling me to
"go" i was too young for theses games.

Alison Joseph - Salt

There’s a kind of glory in it,
to give a sort of nuetral flavor
That we love in deserts and dinners
and made ourselves aware of its costs and killers

Pimone Triplett - Comings and Goings

           
 All day, from somewhere beyond the billboard

            of a woman amply
Coming and Going away to another life I had anyway
To catch the bus or the train, back and forth
I left promptly with no particular gain,
but to escape the house and go out and play

                                                                       

C. K. Williams - Neglect

I was upset.
I had left you abandpnned with not a 
guess of what you could do next 
I neglected the way  you were.

Philip Levine - Growth

 the fresh air of Detroit

in 1942, a year of growth.
factories and warehouses brought
business and showed

Audre Lorde - Power

The difference between poetry and rhetoric

is being

ready to kill

yourself

instead of your children.

Gwendolyn Brooks - The Rites for Cousin Vit

Larry Levis - The Poet at Seventeen

My youth? I hear it mostly in the long,

But me I can write songs, verses and poems

bring to you a fully written magic
and be published by the time

i needed signs of hope

Gary Soto - Mission Tire Factory, 1969

From his wallet, and say: “Buy some sandwiches.
You guys saved my life.”
I work and burn rubber, make tired
for used and new cars that  can take you higher in life

Robert Pinsky - Shirt

Of cuff I button at my wrist. The presser, the cutter,

My favorite, the one I wear most often, that hangs
firmly in my closet. The button down
and flattered my chest and made all of my
outfits look the best.

Dylan Thomas - Fern Hill

I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
That were arranged on laws that allowed
a heap of funds to fertalize land
and make us a town.
Our own corner that supplies fruits, vegetables, and maze.

Ted Hughes - View of a Pig

The pig lay on a barrow dead.
It weighed, they said, as much as three men.
Swine that will taste great on top of a sandwhich
or plate. I knew by its frame that it's death would
be a change to my hunger these last few days.

Mark Strand - Man and Camel

 They stood before my porch,

staring up at me with beady eyes, and said:

“You ruined it. You ruined it forever.”
And I want man and camal to make a way
therefore i cannot have a ruined day
and I miss the day that I gave this meaning
a say. 

Thylias Moss - Tornados

Truth is, I envy them
They exist in the clouds and can appear
in the most beautiful occurrences of earth.
Clouds and wind midstful
 with a calm on the inner
It tears across skies
and touchdown on earth
with barely a touch but can devour
everything in its path

May Swenson - Strawberrying

“Take only the biggest, and not too ripe,”
Strawberrying life between teeth that
will be stained red for days.
Rinse with a hose or wiped by the back
of our shirt, we bite into its core just to get a taste.
I had green baskets and filled every one to the top
Strawberrying, while walking down half  of a mile  rows
filled with strawberry vines.

Derek Walcott - Blues

Still, it taught me something

about love. If it’s so tough,

forget it. Blues sung in my mind over it.
I erased the thought of it
and showed no emotion
for the song that replayed in my head.
I strum a guitar and sind with a soulful passion
and imagine jazz sets apart of my song.

Marie Howe - Sixth Grade

A gang of boys. Bullies they are.
dressed all in hoodies, jeans, and hats
and intimidating the entire class.
they chose me to be their lone shep
to talk about in front of everybody,
my middle school career was destroyed
in a simple glare at the Head Bully In Charge
 in the new ways to tease me

Tony Hoagland - America

“I was listening to the cries of the past,

When I should have been listening to the cries of the future.”
To prepare us for the next generation that is troubled
by the actions that are upon us.
We regret the  time we've spent here
prolonging the destined traits of our ignorance
and we hear it in the distance, wailing for us

Robert Hayden - Those Winter Sundays

Sundays too my father got up early

and put firewood int he fireplace
and it burned to wake a family tempted by
A warm scented cup of hot chocolate
boiled on the stove and poured into winter mugs
lined up on our countertop.
Only on a Sunday, could I expect to be comforted by
a home once cold and a morning hunger that was quenched
by the utter care of a family man waking up to receive his morning paper
to receive the news of the day while his family awakes.

Sherman Alexie - The Powwow at the End of the World

I am told by many of you that I must forgive and so I shall. In the event that I loose my grip on reality, I want the burdens of my past buried with my sanity to move past what I couldn't live to see. If the world ended suddenly who am I not to forgive a simple soul in order to save myself from damnation,

Alice Notley - I the People

I the people

to the things that are were &

      come to be.
I the people
a human being created imperfectly
       and made the product of a
I of many, who had the opportunity
to disgrace my kind by not
       showing the people why I would no longer answer to the people of mine .
        

Jack Gilbert - In Dispraise of Poetry

It appears the gift could not be refused. 

A craft where we all sat and told stories of 

words far from meaning or explanation. A

creative expansion of ourselves into shelves

that contain verses and quotes of unadulterated

reasoning. For all we know, we've made

a pathway into the mind that thoser

from outside can venture into.

Lydia Davis - A Mown Lawn

She hated a mown lawn. Short and even, made her cringe. The deceiving grass that stands like soldiers in an engorged path that created an earthly mat and it drove her crazy. She wanted character in her lawn, not a rectangle patch that had the shape of blades attached to an old mover that doesn't redistribute its waste evenly against the grains.

Robert Creeley - The Rain

Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain.
Pour into my soul
rinsing my core with an
intimate glare. Take my love and
drip a tempting image of lust
to tame my infatuation for you.
Wet me with the outside of your heart

and bleed like raining love letters

to fill and cover my spirit.
 

jyq 23-40

"Stripper poles, Prizes, Condoms and Roses"

"blindfolded, and submerged in pudding"

"dont bet your toothfairy money"

"twin trails of urine behind them"

"declare war on flavor"

"tortured your face"

"a house guest who called home"

"bursting with jazz"

"grandpa means someone whose old & gray"

"little rocket ship where dogs go pee pee"

"well quaffed foreign friend"

"hug vegetables like greek goddesses"

 " attitude on teams"

"this planet is now the battleground"

 "does the devil know the bible"

 "saved me from immorality"

"re-program me"

"will sin ever rise up again"

Total poems:

There are actually 48 improvs here total, I left 2 out by mistake.

The rest. Poems 23 Through 50

A. E. Stallings

Explaining an Affinity for Bats

That they sing—not the way the songbird sings
But travel by a sort of song that rings
boomeranging off objects back to ears
that create a way for blind eyes 
and path way six feet wide
each path for the windspand of another bat
They gust through winds, and travel quickly
through light to another place of darkness again
Unless they stop to hunt, snatching up scarce rats
and small mammals

James Dickey

Cherrylog Road

Off Highway 106
At Cherrylog Road I entered
Headlights midsting across blacktop roadways
and repeated whitestripes, led my front wheels
while the back follows suit.
Cars in front, beside and behind pass me
while I was steady drifting.
98' Ford truck, in particular
Rode hurriedly, almost to my back bumper.
Continued around me and sped off into the horizon






Claude McKay

The Harlem Dancer

She sang and danced on gracefully and calm
The light fell onto her like a glistening pearl
She used it to guide her moves
Provacatively and dazzling
She hypnotized her patrons
advising them where her payment should go
She accepted tips and chips
She known around the town, in this city of sin.
Away to the new end.



Anne Sexton

You, Doctor Martin

In school, There are no knives
for cutting your throat. Or axes
for killing the girl who reminds me
that I'm nothing. Class is the worst
and everyone there knows they're better.
My daydreams are me dying, glaring into
a white board of Pergatory.
I ended here, the worst part of my life
was the next eight hours at Martin High



Russell Edson

Ape

Try a piece of its gum, I’ve stuffed its mouth with bread, said mother.
He bit in to it intensely, cosistently chewing
the new taste he would become to know
He was a an ape, yes
but the deep tar and honey paste was chewy
So much that you could stretch it
with your tongue and blow in it.
It went down his throat tough and tight
for the gum refused to go down,
while the weight of grainy bread
forced it down



Robert Lowell

Father’s Bedroom

In my Father’s bedroom:
There are old reading gases
each frame thicker than the next.
The Polish Theory sat on his nightstand
and rows of books followed on a shelf,
underneathe.
He wore slacks and cadagains most frequenty
And his multicolored blue one still hand up
on the back of hos reading chair across from the bed
Still made neatly, from the last day he left
and went into the hospital.



Jorie Graham

Salmon


From the deep ocean of the given Justice.
Aspen. Where mountains stand high in the sky.
And hills burried lakes of the caps, from runoff
and lagoons shallow of the ocean.
Each pathway traveled by them
Spread their journies
Through swift hooks and quick nets




Lynn Emanuel

Frying Trout While Drunk 

Mother is drinking to forget a man.
Padding batter over cleaned trout,
shortly after it had been beheaded and de-scaled.
Seasoned in lime and cajun fragrences
It would soon be on our plate
And the expression she gave was almost happy
underneath her pain.



Carolyn Forché

The Colonel

Some of the ears on the floor were pressed to the ground. Listening the waves of the water push this boat forward.
Our bodies lie everywhere, some alive, some dead, We just piled in and where shackled to a life forced into inhumane
labor. How human were really? As they say, we're animals. So why couldn't I break free to escape? The Colonel was vicious.
 




Ai

Respect, 1967

The porch light isn’t even on
when I come home, ready to fight.
She'd ffallen asleep in bed,
Me I search the kitchen for my dinner.
And der weren't none,
I searched my bedroom for her,
snatched her up and made her
do what I want.
I was angry not at her,
But at my father's anger that brewed inside of me,
that I constantly needed to take it out on somebody.




Louise Glück

Mock Orange

It is not the moon, I tell you.
It is these flowers
lighting the yard.
Like light bulbs in Korea
Or Billboard in New York,
It lighted nature like a night during Christmas
with the Irish green grass as their backdrop.




Wendell Berry

The Vacation

I was edged in the pictures you never saw me in,
On water, On boats
These pictures detailed my trips
should I have felt embarrassed that
nobody still would acknowledge me
as the man behind the poloiroid.



Charles Wright

Clear Night

Clear night, thumb-top of a moon, a back-lit sky.
Filled with stars--the constellations,
Of the universe in rotation.
Clear night, how cool out?
We can still see our breathe,
Even after school lets out.







John Berryman

Dream Song #14

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
If they are good to us, we go with it--no shade.
But when boredom strikes all on day,
Is it awful to tell them the truth,
all in one way,
That life is unfulfilling  and friends are overrated,
I could reevaluate my life, but the results are uncanning.







Jehanne Dubrow

Nonessential Equipment

My Deb Doll stayed behind,
and so did my Polly backback
Everything childlike felt unncessesary to pack now.
I everything a once over glance,
to make sure everything I was leaving,
couldn't be worth saving.
I grabbed for a small pink comb--
it had been one of my oldest,
and stuffed it deep into my pocket.



Andrew Hudgins

Day Job and Night Job
After my night job, I sat in class
Letting one eye roll back inside my head,
dosing off still trying to obtain my lesson.
Work and school. Both were hard,
but I got through it
until now, this day that I'd wish never happenened.





Gary Gildner

First Practice

After the doctor checked to see
we weren’t ruptured, we still lie alive.
After being hit by a tractor trailer,
We'd escaped with our live.
Like, a movie or a play,
I felt the drama play out here
while I staedily tried not to bleed out.





Adrienne Rich

Aunt Jennifer’s Tigers

When Aunt is dead, her terrified hands will lie
Still ringed with ordeals she was mastered by.
And the scar, still on her back from a tantrum
her last large cat had.
She'd tamed them still.




Edward Hirsch

The Skokie Theater


Hormones raged in the beack of the Skokie Theater
Stil not finished in construction, we snuck off there
A day without our parents, we say
Grabbing each other foreighn parts, our genitals rubbed together
and sweated like a dog in heat, after we struggled to
take off our clothing.







Richard Hugo

Degrees of Gray in Philipsburg

You might come here Sunday on a whim.
Say your life broke down. The last good kiss
on my neck and my colar bone
Your warm saliva on my skin, is like warm necture
and I heated up like those warm summer days,
Slow but surely.








David Bottoms

Shooting Rats at the Bibb County Dump

Loaded on beer and whiskey, we ride
to the dump in carloads
setting up traps and targets
rats there were too many of them
running free, full off our leftovers.
We shoot first, and worry later.
Each moving black target,
was bound to say "see you later"
One day we shot a kitten by mistake
Chasing the same prey we'd fail to execute.






Climbing the Streets of Worcester, Mass.

Joy Harjo

Houses lean forward with their hands
on thin hips.
Trying to stand up on foundation
So they don't slop down a hill.
They stand mighty and tall.
Posing for another to house The people of Worcester.