Jul/Aug 2000 Poetry |
Wicker Time
come see the big man mama
oh the big man mama but not
a man his mouth is wood his
teeth but he is not a man a hollow
man a towering man mama but
not a man he is screaming
mama he is screaming
mama he is screaming like a man
a burning man a tower burning
bitter bitter creeping
his eyes are fire
his mouth is screaming mama-
hush, small one. He is no man
who does not scream
and those are only geese.
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