Tuesday, January 31, 2006

In the Field, Lately

I won't invade the realms of outer space,
Because I have no fleet of ships to cruise
Between the conquered planets. Spread the news:
We've given up all claims to every place
That wonders who we are, and why my face
Should be on all the money. See this bruise?
I earned it. See these markings on my shoes?
It's Greek for "None, I think, do there embrace."

You see what I've been up against, of course:
The horse who thinks he's emperor of France,
The cow, blindsided by vain circumstance,
The Muffin Man, who thinks that he's a horse,
And mad farmers who, in a show force,
Have glared, stared, leered, jeered, looked at me askance.

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