"the color of a burnt louse"

"nimble and easy as a lizard"

"garlic and salt in it"

"where the ramparts..."

"weed thick in the cave"

"it looks well on the page, but never well enough"

"an unconvinced deserter"

"always trickling"

"parrafin pistons"

"standard ingots"

If I write down these random phrases from Basil Bunting as I listen to them it makes a kind of elliptical poem.