Friday, January 2, 2009

Smoke Rising From the Deck

The Lotus Eaters 136
With his weeping mouth
Rhyming with men
The goat makes himself a new skin.

With the talent of the cyclone
He turns out to be a star
Disdained for a kiss.

Now dressed and silvertongued
He comes home to Dublin
And rests among men.

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