Moving forward in time from In the Harvest ov Nations, in the mid-80's I began the poem that ultimately took on the name The Song ov Elmallahz Kumming. It is composed in 6 books. The first three are narrative in a fairly classic sense of a continuous story. The excerpt below is from early in Bouk 1.


...In the rizing Sol
Her feecherz touk shape:
     Dark hare kurrelling
     Over her sholderz
     Az she skwatted
     Beside the remnants ov a fiyer.
     Her dert-streekt armz
     Klaspt arrownd her neez.
     The hare between her legz,
          (Thare ware my gaze kontinnewlee ternd).
     She woching my eyz,
     Her expressen kalm, unchaenjing....

...But arrownd her klay silluwet:
     A korrona, like the Sol in eeklips....