Stanza 1 In the Beginning was the bark And the bark was with Dog, and the bark was Dog All jarring atoms coalescing At bark’s first alluring call That sweet voice called them all together, Assembled chaos from their strife. Then did the trees, the air, the seas Assemble in one whole Called to communion […]
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Abou Ben Zigmund (may his tribe be blessed!) Awoke to find an unexpected guest Brighter than the moonlight on the forest floor Where he had slept in peace an hour or more – An angel, scraping with a stick in dirt. “Pray, Being, what words do you insert Into the virgin loam, this bed of
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Some are fed candied tongues of larks And talked to in baby prattle; Walked in carriages through flowery parks Gumming a baby rattle. Some are attended at birth by a doc And a nurse, antiseptically gowned; My birth came to all as an ugly shock. They hustled me off to the pound. For some, it’s
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