Sometimes we are a foundation
and find ourselves saying stupid things
about birds. About glaciers bright.
Note the reversal of the poles,
the Frankenstein thinking.
Pffzt! Pffzt!
Typical poet stuff.
And then God said,
"I really liked
the Great Auk, I'd be lying
if I didn't say
I was proud of that bird...
not that I'm playing favorites,
but the Great Auk was...
just...oh...
I don't know...
Friday, July 24, 2009
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