Poring

Ilana Curtis

I don’t like doing interviews;
Why should I run when the ball can do it?
He’s suffering from rabid delusions,
It was the best of times,
And if they’d let me do it,
I will not kneel on the ground.
The reader should be able to project,
The old stuff was blue;
With a loaded musket,
At the far ends of the Earth.
The subject should be addressed at Berlin,
Where all our gifts and resources,
For those who were young no longer;
Stiff the blazoned shield they bear.