Pendant Mulrooney Poetry Offering
pendantit brought him down home
to a certain tessellation of facts
which howsoever
was not the one they call brass tacksa yesteryear of memory
envelops them my friend
the quondam poet sang of this
and an anathematical trendwe´re never going broke at this
no zeal hath eat us up
or rather we have veal and zeal
and mercy for our stirrup-cupand now my friend is parsing veal
and carapace and caritas
and what is kindness what a seat
from which to give a quoit a toss
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