You Could Talk

By | 1 December 2013

about how the horse trough must feel
with its green algae and orange rivets
having come in at the tail-end
of several thousand years of horse travel

and most of it in another hemisphere
where but yesterday lancashire cotton
replaced beaverskin. How otiose, how belated
this uncanny child of an earlier phase

of comparatively virile decadence
compared with the impression, like birds
flying by night, of abstract words truly chosen
by themselves; but they are bats, equipped

with a sensory apparatus all their own—
unlike these misnamed marsupials

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