6.26 – 8.1 “They laid him brawdawn alanglast bed…Hence when the clouds roll by, jamey, a proudseye view is enjoyable of our mounding’s mass…”
Is he the landscape itself? Or does he lie beneath? The landscape takes his form. “His clay feet, swarded in verdigrass, stick up starck where he last fellonem, by the mund of the magazine wall…”
8.5 The “museomound” – the museyroom – is like entering his tomb, or entering his innards.