ash
and golem
Christopher
Mulrooney
mark
my words the bitter feller said
I'll
not have them so I'll not
but
pure as driven snow you wot
says
I you swot we'll read in bed
whatever
is the tale that's told
that's
how we like it smoke Old Gold
it's
superobvious when you think
and
frankly dear I'm tickled pink
no
it's pink I'm tickled frankly
if
you want me more than truth
when
it's harbored thick and dankly
angels
say look homeward Ruth
where
the prepossessor swore
allegiance
to the published score
and
scholastically reneged
before
the bore had even twigged
'twas
tragical and too untimely
for
our bitter revenants
to
do better reverence
in
the country air unhiemly
where
the books don't cook they canter
as they undergrads make banter
this wrong turn and that they show
are worth all pedants think they know
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Christopher
Mulrooney was born in Athens, Georgia in 1956. He has written
poems and translations in The Drunken Boat, Burning
Leaf, Segue, Chiron Review, Crate, and
Voices Israel, criticism in Pyramid, The Film
Journal, and Parameter, and a volume of poetry called
notebook and sheaves (AmErica House, 2002).
©
Christopher Mulrooney