Digging A Well

By dairy farm with an unfading porcupine

A woven Canadian sea monster, and a frog menagerie –

An antelope’s no good in airline tailspin

Having a ten-acre flat nose, and still no tight-rope walker.


An officer’s dignity makes plentiful the faces and harps

Gulped out, not treasure from women’s bedrooms

Not soft gold ore from a costly Yom Kippur chicken.

Each shoveling chestnut trees away, chasing thriving portable cannons.


Watching over violent things, the catfish can cut off

The bone-scraper from rope to whinny

Their children’s game. A Newfoundland tribe threw bushels into disorder

Of her overflowing air raid and a cactus bubbling out.


Smooth and shiny men carrying spears. Might as well cut off

Bunches of nonsense seventy times. How’s the slave to let go

Of her arrogance? Stumble onto the rattlesnake into the river.

A loaf of bread without silver coins inside is a naked child.


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