ON POETRY, WRITING AND RANDOM CULTURAL MATTERS

Friday, 20 January 2017

Poem for 20 January 2017

The fake beetle

always flounders and, limbs akimbo
falls from his ball of dung.


At night he tries navigation by the stars
but, fixed in their firmament, they do not
stoop, or aid, or grace his stage.

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