Saturday, March 19, 2011

Paradise, As in Green Cheese

—after Huuklyeand Cinquor

Poets weaned on bucolic should return
Every spring to old familiar meadows where

Transmogrified into sheep, they munch
On sweet, heavenly grass and dream

Of idyllic shepherds suckling their teats
Week after week. 

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