Wednesday, 13 June 2012

south of north

Beige somersaults
Open up many possibilities
Forty Saints is buffeted by
A squall from Albania
Even the squid are nervous
And scuttle cuttle in the kelp
Tiresias spits sour wine
And gnaws an elementary fig
"ungrateful does not begin to
describe them"
Shattering his onyx krater
He totters onto the belvedere
And hurls his ostrakons into
The chasm
Chiliasts nod sagely
Tapping their telltale texts
Who will be next ?

No comments:

Post a Comment