poem || Jeff Harrison

Hundred On The Path
 
a hundred
goats against
whom else
may make
war, golden
trumpet,
 
scarcely
current
in all the
w o r l d
? ? ? ? ?
 
similar to:

rodents,
workers
of magic,
killed the
tiger
 
the tiger,
Herr Bib
posits, was
Wormswork,
who had given
up hope of
human origin
 
and elephants
 
also, the
 
very elephants
who are the
fever of warriors -
 
they hurtle
the
leafy screen,
more
gorgeous
 
more
gorgeous
are
the
elephants
than waffles,
than
the
weight
of rifles.
 
parasol:
there
are ma-
ny things
to acco-
mpany
 
there's no
one morning
to The Fear
 
a different
direction is
a brute upon
itself (fanfare,
the palace, the
immense bare
foot), though
lepers lie w/in
its pow'r
(quarry-mad devil)