Prophecies of The Washing Line

Etchings illustrating poems of prophecy.

Pieces

Little pig, I foretell something that terrifies me	Hurry little pig, there isn't time	The munificent one will come with her pack of dogs	Apple tree, one will come who bears you ill will
The axeman will come	The Axeman will plot harm	The axeman will come to hew your roots and poison your seed	The axeman will cleave your trunk and sunder your line
Fathers will leave their sons unburied	Father will teach son east from west and north from south	He will build a house from the sky to the ground	One who swoops and glides brings me news from afar
The one who swoops and glides has seen	The one who swoops and glides knows	One who swoops and glides foretells	Such a time will come