MORTALITY

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RANTS & CHANTS

 

feeling Tuesday afternoon

so clichéd

not sure

the wilderness of dolphins

winging divinity

across the hallowed shoulders

of misfortune

 

In thought

In theory

Indeed

the reckless deluge

of maniacal urbanites

wreak havoc

on the fair city

of our lady

of great delight

 

Indulge

Induce

the sky once thought

to be the limit

is now falling

 

cloaked mistress

in red

decries our

mortal need for bread

 

Alas, we shall

cry out to her

human; unfortunately

all too human

we are—

whether by God’s choice;

natural selection

or our own—

mortal we are

 

4-30-91

 

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"Maniaclal urbanites" Hey! Those are our people. Many of them are poets, true.  "Our own__mortal we are" The ending is shear magic! ~allets~



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funny now, but I was thinking

funny now, but I was thinking of smarmy, cosmopolitan players when I wrote that line--and I meant to mock them.