Moving Right Along
It's all so feudal,
this change of my livery
and I guess yours too,
as if you could just
tell the tiger to change his spots.
I heard some guy say
(trying to stay dry)
he could hold his finger up
a tiger's ass for
one damn day. I doubt
he really meant to try
such a stupid thing.
And yes what of ghosts
and goddesses for all that?
What of mud and wind
and the winnowing
of souls? You are not guileless.
That's far from your shape,
not in the hills nor
down here in the fertile loam,
nor the final sea.
April 1, 2014 10:15 PM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.