Donwell is a cluster of low buildings
Sutred by centuries of privilege
Into a Burkean ideal. Stroll from room
To strawberry patch to room,
Not unlike a forest, badly lit,
With only human fauna.
Unable to choose
Between the spruce beer and the Madeira,
Your end dies before three useless pillars.
Donwell is a cluster of low buildings
sutured by centuries of privilege
into a Burkean ideal. Roam from room
to strawberry patch to room,
not unlike a park, badly lit,
with only potted flora and human fauna.
It’s so hard to choose
between the spruce beer and the Madeira,
so you fall before three useless pillars.
Donwell is a cluster of low buildings
sutured by centuries of privilege
into Burke’s ideal. From room
to strawberry patch to room,
not unlike a park, badly lit,
with only potted flora and merely human fauna.
When it’s hard to choose
between spruce beer and Madeira,
you wish the pillars bore an architrave to hang from.
Donwell is a cluster of low buildings
sutured by centuries of privilege
into Burke’s ideal. From room
to strawberry patch to room, it looks
like a badly lit park
with potted flora and merely human fauna.
When it’s hard to decide
(spruce beer or Madeira?)
you wish the pillars bore an architrave.
Donwell is a cluster of low buildings
sutured by centuries of privilege
into Burke’s ideal. From room
to strawberry patch to room, it looks
like an upholstered park
with potted flora and all-too-human human fauna.
When it’s hard to pick
(spruce beer or Madeira?),
you wish the pillars framed a gallows.
Donwell is a cluster of low buildings
sutured by centuries of privilege
into Burke’s ideal. From room
to strawberry patch to room, it looks
like an upholstered park
with potted flora and tailored primates.
It’s so hard to pick
(spruce beer, Madeira?)
you wish the pillars held a roof to topple.
Donwell is a cluster of low buildings
sutured by centuries of privilege
into Burke’s ideal. From room
to strawberry patch to room, it looks
like an upholstered park
with potted flora and tailored primates.
When you can’t decide,
the spruce ear,
the pillars’ ire.
Donwell is a cluster of low buildings
sutured by centuries of privilege
into Burke’s ideal. From room
to strawberry patch to room, it looks
like an upholstered park
with potted flora and tailored primates.
When you can’t decide,
the pine ear,
the column ire.
Donwell is a cluster of low buildings
sutured by centuries of privilege
into Burke’s ideal. From room
to strawberry patch to room, it looks
like an upholstered park
with potted flora and tailored primates.
When you can’t decide,
the pine ear,
pillar rage.