I found a copy of your Voices at the goodwill outlet Ready for the trash bin and rescued it Because it was bold enough To feature one of my favorite Magritte paintings as its cover— You know, the one with a man leaning On the edge of a bridge, looking At the water, with a lion behind him Looking the other way — Before then, I did not know Poetry could be one or two lines alone.
My gray-haired mentor used to urge me When you write, write one word at a time But keep it under your hat, boy! I was a tyro and thought it strange advice Indeed but kept my word out of respect, Which is why years later I have so many Of his bloody little louses sucking My gray matter dry.
Moderator's comments: I suspect the inspiration for this "poem" is fragment 92 of Heraclitus, to wit:
All men are equally mystified by unaccountable evidence, even Homer, wisest of the Greeks. He was mystified by children catching lice. He heard them say, What we have found and caught we throw away, what we have not found and caught we still have.