Move 

pretty thistle 

 MOVE 

The Earth

   Move like Job

                        this pillar of salt 

        destined 

                     and perturbed 

 move the stairs 

the stones 

      the sighs 

                     the bloody whistles 

                                                move this upward belief system

                                     this mottled flesh 

 move the window 

 by the street 

move the street 

 move the antlers 

              and the stoney stares 

                    the bullet casings  

the whys and wherefores

 move the brilliant sad light 

          move the furniture 

                          and the books 

move to tears 

                            and move your rear  

move away 

   somewhere
     somewhere
         somewhere