Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Harry Mathews

The Sense of Responsibility
The society in my head
Said the viper in the washrag
Having no creator, requires my love:
"Eton pets who lag in their Latin
At a slow trot, who become of note
Reversing their school-step (as the apple ate Adam),"
And such--innocents whose Eden is need.
Divination without divinity
Affirmed the viper in the twirled spaghetti
Morse-tusks clatter in paleocrystic seas
My absurd blood is thin chrism
For my creatures by default, the default not mine:
I trace the dancing of their secular swarm.

--Harry Mathews


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