Four chicken score ramps in the way
of the eunuch
stamps of post-modern obliquity
charming prince, desperate pauper
what function have you ordered?
Misaligned wisdom
seldom sought aspiration
as if a wind were ever
so weary
to take off your charms
and hold tight on the sable
asking if freedom
so fleeting.
Resolute hero
your mask has been
shaken
your armor
no longer so squeaking
when opens the farmer
his hand on his daughter
and mothers run
for the steeple.
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:from Poems 2001
THE CIRCUS . . . . . . . . . AND THE ZOO 
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