Thursday, August 4, 2016

Danny Gentile #3

The cow that came home from verse. Not a camel.
That would be too obvious. And drinking too often is
a slap in the face for both of us. Who has the right?

The camel passes by, chewing cud; exhausted.
The cow carves the air with its bell. Enough said.
We have dined with, and of both, with the beginning

rested on the end piece of a word. A drink, to the
gravel bitten through us in so many ways. A drink,
but who drinks of the dead? The camel is not committed.

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