Ann Galbraith

    loves Barry Soyers.

    Please pray for Lucius Fenn

    who suffers greatly whilst shaking hands.

    Bonny Polton

    loves a pug named Cowl.

    Please pray for Olina Korsk

    who holds the record for missing fingers.

    Leon Bendrix loves Odelia Jonson

    who loves Kurt who loves Carlos who loves Paul.

    Please pray for Cortland Filby

    who handles a dead wasp， a conceit for his mother.

    Harold loves looking at Londa's hair under the microscope.

    Londa loves plaiting the mane of her pony.

    Please pray for Fancy Dancer

    who is troubled by the vibrissa in his nostrils.

    Nadine St. Clair loves Ogden Smythe

    who loves blowing his nose on postage stamps.

    Please pray for William Shakespeare

    who does not know how much we love him， miss him and think of him.

    Yukiko Pearl loves the little bits of toffee

    that fall to the floor when Jeffrey is done with his snack.

    Please pray for the florist Marieko

    who wraps roses in a paper cone then punches the wrong code.

    Muriel Frame loves retelling the incident

    that happened on the afternoon of November third.

    Please pray for our teacher Ursula Twombly

    who does not know the half of it.

    By the radiator in a wooden chair

    wearing woolen stockings sits a little girl

    in a dunce's cap， a paper cone rolled to a point

    and inverted on her hair； she's got her hands

    in her lap and her head bowed down， her chin

    is trembling with having been singled out like this

    and she is sincere in her fervent wish to die.

    Take it away and give it to the Tartars

    who roll gloriously into battle.