Monday, March 22, 2010

poem || Jeff Harrison

The Owl Does Not Praise The Light Nor The Wolf The Dog

owlish dotard
scrupulous
in winding-sheet

taken
tonight

slaves paper
to the blade -

"Yet I'm
unknown
to the dust-taste..."

- as music's tasteless?

this is the slave who
unearthed the sea,

an open-mouthed lyre
picking autographs
apart for the letters
w s k m r o

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