Poem

Here in the sentient villa
On the void and on the water,
Here the six senses sip grappa
And the sewing of Where-to-Raise-Junior.

Here a bikkhu ho-hums a funeral
Maudlin saltwater, birth and burial;
Here the endless

Eyeless water,

I remember your marauder days,
When you bulled the earth your power
And raped the oysters

   

Copyright 2000 by Anthony Celentano