| BULWARK The outer edge Of my awareness Has its population. These are the pillars of my world Where construction Stands sentry Against the bottomlessness Against the toplessness Against the vertigo Of nothing to hold on. When a support crumbles Or is transformed From real to ideal, My world trembles. I was surprised When the princess died To find her there Amongst the stanchions Of my architecture. |
So, Now ideal, She joins Martin Luther King And JFK and FDR And Mickey Mouse And Robert Frost And Marilyn Monroe And Groucho, Harpo, Chico, And Lincoln and Washington And Albert Einstein And W. C. Fields And Shakespeare With friends Hamlet, Lear, Henry V and Julius Caesar, Along with Frankenstein And his clumsy buddy And Dracula, Loki, Stan and Ollie, Thor, Mae West, Plato and Socrates, Goldilocks, God, Charlie Chaplin, Mephistopheles and Ghandi, Zeus and Donald Duck, Henny Penny Jesus Christ And the little engine That could. |