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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