233. at last they’d all settled a slogan to tell the

at last they’d all settled a slogan to tell the
clams they would kill (i mean if they met them) —
CORDOVANS FOR COD, which sums it up, oddly,
for one thing cordovans, completes them, the offing

rotting fish corpses cordovans will fork with
maybe not relish but zest and remorse, for
what you can’t know if you’ve cod pickled (no)
is digestitavly the list on quite low (is)

cordovans complete a study three weeks in
(seminar, test, training, in teams with)
cod of off is into varying pits
two to twelve weeks and dead left to sit

CORDOVANS FOR COD, for sailors who’d not
for two years or more fresh fishes but got —
i suppose they could leave it the hold to disease it,
but cordovans aren’t smart (without pits wouldn’t treat it)

landed, they left off the pillaging several
weeks to go fishing and then to infect them,
and then several more sick from it forcing —
oak malone couldn’t expect them to form with

mice he had made with the plans on the plain
a dike-buster squadron (i’m mixing up ages),
and day before next (it’s friday that’s ending
ACCORDING TO TOBOGGAN SAM all of conception)

mice are too small (they’re human, but call them
homo between twelve and fourteen inch tall) to
work the complex sort of levers that let in —
oak malone had to collect all the sledges

what you won’t if you’re brother has been
(toboggan sam) stuck on a board and then split
(open, insides, into quarters divided),
is (probably) happy with clams who’d assigned it

SLEDGES UNITE (not a slogan, but try it)
the people who kept the weed fields subdivided,
high, i mean dry, with their knowledge of dikes,
locks, and releases, suddenly strike(d)
(cont.)