Revisitations XVII
by Graham Myres

Feel no shame for what you are,
Buckley's voice from a Mississippi swell...

The tiny butterflies that teachers breathe...

The monks are grazing half a dozen
cracked open skulls...they're into the wine again.

Word grinder, golden sheep
are out to be devoured.

Loud chalk grates a message.

Jub jub birds, jub jub trees.

Jello and pudding your gifts...

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