Ludwig needs a tonic

coming home without a coat

his head is kaput.

Fodor eats a lump of cream

from the city.

Is it government cream?

   Show it here.

Permit a taste.

Anya has taken the goat, 

his head in her lap

while she peels onions.

Come here, salt the flour,

lay it on the floor.

That night they lie,

berets soaked, clothes undone,

while at the edge of the wood

two men are seen wandering

onto the plain.