Lluc
By waldemar
- 458 reads
Monasteria De Lluc
I can understand
What Franco was on about
As I wove with his armies
Up Mallorquin hills and paths
I drank the wine and got emotional
Perhaps I am a fool, perhaps
The senses choose the cobbles
And damn humanity
One legged insect (unidentifiable)
Hopalong in stifling heat, contemptible
Half-hidden oasis permit me to plunder
The sense-data, half-noticed
Let me drink my fill of wine
And praise the heavenly father, alive
On child-beloved throne
To Him I tipped my Italian trilby
We discussed in the dust by the water
Do you think Pinochet had a point?
Is it holy or temporal
The self defence of the 'righteous'
Or is it just the right?
Heat of early morning, baking then frying
Would Christ welcome the hippies
Or just shoot them?
Confederate erudition abounds
And goes back further
Lee called me a true American
Does this mean validation?
Gentle decrepitude
Numbed (but strengthened) by savage stereotypes
Give rise to attack on this thing called 'reason'
And all history is unprov'd
By magic further still
Nowadays one needs a solution
Wharton disguised as simple fisherman
Portly poking fun at soap-boilers
And ancient wisdom like 'the man is beneath me'
Leaps with ironic ink from venerable books
And art, more important than people
Or at least the pimps and proles
Snap the neck back with
Poundian devices like BECUZ
But no, still too old
Is it worthy of oak office or asylum
To attach limpet-like to Neos and Papists
In defence of delicate progeny
But no, what is key among the hierarchies
Is that Fatty Francine had comely calves
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