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Oh, Amelyn - III
Oh, Amelyn - Part III
Why does one Crow squawk
from the peak of this unchanged home
at six in the morning
when the tanks aren't moving and the bombs aren't falling?
Perhaps no pigeon letter-bird for the army or great eagle would fall for a few cheap butter glossed beaks or bittersweet cracked wings
caught in this small garden and trapped
here, not only, by the tree but by him, and his silly webbed fingers.
The options are endless for the faithless,
for him, that awful, adorable blue suited toad
but here he chooses, where mildew and moss grows still
and no blind toad or foolish wolf
could comprehend the thought of always looking down.
The gas was within his tower,
through her bones like heroin
but it’s not the craze unless you have a moustache
and a straight right arm, and blue attire,
and enjoy complete satire.
‘Oh, Amelyn, are you okay in there?’
- I know they're in backwards order. I'm sorry I simply entered my fourth and realised I had never entered my third into the Amelyn mix. Hope it doesn't confuse.
Why does one Crow squawk
from the peak of this unchanged home
at six in the morning
when the tanks aren't moving and the bombs aren't falling?
Perhaps no pigeon letter-bird for the army or great eagle would fall for a few cheap butter glossed beaks or bittersweet cracked wings
caught in this small garden and trapped
here, not only, by the tree but by him, and his silly webbed fingers.
The options are endless for the faithless,
for him, that awful, adorable blue suited toad
but here he chooses, where mildew and moss grows still
and no blind toad or foolish wolf
could comprehend the thought of always looking down.
The gas was within his tower,
through her bones like heroin
but it’s not the craze unless you have a moustache
and a straight right arm, and blue attire,
and enjoy complete satire.
‘Oh, Amelyn, are you okay in there?’
- I know they're in backwards order. I'm sorry I simply entered my fourth and realised I had never entered my third into the Amelyn mix. Hope it doesn't confuse.
Published 8th Nov 2011
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Anonymous
10th Nov 2011 11:45pm
This is a beautifully rendered poem, which required two reads for me to fully comprehend it. The syntax flows like water over stones: confident and tranquil. The "blue suited toad" and opening lines about a crow perched on an unchanged house were my favourite parts of this strange, lavish poem. Thanks for the read, LA.
17th Nov 2011 8:43am
