Charming

 

The warble of the warble warbles
Down the warped wooden ward
And I bend an ear to hear
The broken phonic word
The message, the messiah,
In vitro and in wit
Like light sleight through glass block
It barely seems to fit
I fancy a memory of a time not long ago
When raindrops coalesce into frozen spheres of snow
A minor errand errs into error
Feeble feeling veers into terror
I suddenly realize that you understand
You’re not real--
Just some prince--
In a far-away land.