Wordhunt -- One Poem On The Plate Of Ivan Denisovich

Softly now

Sharpen your tongues



We're catching and tagging

The wild poems

Of the literate dry savannah



Releasing them

To track their movements



Last night's prize wordplay

Has ventured far afield

And hunts now among the minds



Of editor warriors

From New York to Albequerque



We've had them die

Barren in the wastebaskets

In Poughkeepsie



And silence

The din in starlit pubs



Read by strangers

Aloud in Hayward

Before reaching the vanishing point



In rugged

San Francisco book dens



Our creatures breed and disperse

Themselves trasmute their origins

Depart from their titles and media



Are recorded

To the subway clatter



Reviewed in small offices

Edited for content

And censored too



Until Solzhenitsyn

His cries echoing



Returns from sabbatical abroad

To skewer dead poems

Endlessly eat the stanzas aloud



Excited at the taste

Of gamey wild wordmeat

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