Spring 1985 • Vol. VII No. 2 Poems from "The Death of Cock Robin" |

from The Death of Cock Robin: Auction

(After the paintings of DeLoss McGraw)    For the gay tail feathers, say, what'll you pay?---Red, blue and purple plumes---a bouquet Of heather-spume, or a lit fountain's spray. Hey! Shave a fine pen point, whisk dust away, Or trim sharp the virginals' quills when you play. Who'll buy an eye?---aye, buy an eye! This ringset onyx jet, black tack for your tie Or old-timer's photocell, spy in the sky, Laser beam click-ticking off who's slipped by Or to glow soft by the cribside till dawntide draws nigh. What am I bid for this swift wing?--- A deft wing, an arched-out lifting thing To nail fast on your hallwalls or set fling The soul's boomerang, the young shepherd's sling That brings huge despair down, crowns the new king. How much for the bones?---built-light-for-flight bones, Leached, bleached out, scaled to high kite zones--- Buoyance that scoured out, scored, then bored right, loans Range to a flute floating out warm and bright tones Over the vast frozen waste

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