the poet would very much like to know
why in riddling white
and bastard abstraction
the peacemakers are not here
but on the eukaryotic lake
where all he can see of them
are their putrid tups
Daist
those who are not my people
are the barest poppets swallowed in a cloud the missing
horn section
long their music forgiven them the missing
horn section
long their folly overlooked
that I may give
that I may give
this sanction light
