V1

Bog Myrtle I was born

Bog Myrtle I have sworn

To turn myself into a can

Get me started again

C1

You’ll find comfort in a clementine

Staring at the rinds

Out comes of mouth

Out come my teeth

Lips of grief

B1

Bog Myrtle I had found but a pile of dust on the ground

Bog Myrtle is it enough that I’ve found