"Be that your Task, ye Sages, to explore,
Who search the secret Springs of Nature's Pow'r:
To me, for so the wiser Gods ordain,
Untrac'd the Mystery shall still remain."
--Rowe's Lucan
For the bomb shelter tour, more than anything else.
empire of the strange lizard
sidewalks with detours slather
into dumb certitude wither
for this bright hazard
a crowded weapon's orange
transcends its scorpion circle
in halcyon ways i'll snorkel
the rice cake syringe
& hearing the skyways slither
bag of child-bones chuckle
i write with ink-dipped sickle
on the face of the souther
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