Two Poems from A Gran Zoo
They were hunting for music under a full moon.
They were pale and delicate and promiscuous.
This guitar they brought home, at
You can hear its grain thrum with the old songs
Ah, all the old wings go flutter
Put that thing in the case, if there is
You can play the other one.
Now we give them a bit of liberty.
We give them a hat and a bottle of anis.
A greatcoat and its dreams of monkey heroes.
A bureaucrat on a bicycle.
If you come back after the monkey harvest
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