Friday, May 15, 2009

Milton-Homer stirs a blind beard broth

brooding all night the beard squatted
until out from it a man grew

whirled in birthstorms
he lengthened and stiffened

grew pale grew smooth
dried in alkaline winds

swept up the wrack-clung coast
morning flung him there

dry deserted by beards
keen as his saintly vascularity

to eat and embrace O how
in such ways did love evolve

these giants who wish now
to eat at your polyps?

you're a walking beard
and the hat it chewed

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