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Issue No. 2, April 1998
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The
Bestiary
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CHAPTER 2
Lubling, fabulist, on the
medieval study of animals: "twas a strange affaire."
The Bestiary, Middle English incarnation of the 11th
Century Physiologous of Thetbaldus, instructs us that,
because they possessed no knees, and because they,
accordingly, slept leaning against trees, the best way to
capture or kill an elephant was to chop down its bed. Sir
Daniel Daniels, sometime much heralded big game hunter, when
made aware of that perhaps over-choice morsel, one
howl-wracked evening in camp near the southern lip of
Ngorongoro Crater in Tanzania, is reported to have opined,
quite crisply, "I do not agree."
Fortune's Drift
for Jordan Davis
Hail Jordan & his little gold rook -
He walks it into Staples -
The staples attack his fingers -
His fingers fall off stapled -
Into a watertank full of clamshell tenements -
No longer can I hold my pen -
Alaska, when will you let me know
If I shall ever write again?
It was great to be an intellect
It was like being a cow & going to the bank.
The farm had vanished.
Jeff and Maureen drove by
& wondered. Animals all gone.
Gone to the bankvolunteerswearing tin-foil
glasses. Carrying tin-foil laser guns.
Zap zap zap. Defeat is tender.
"I'm no way, you're no way"
Says vanished cow to vanished cow.
Anselm Berrigan
Steam Escape
how much Anna is cooking
broccoli raab it's green
in the black pan blue
light is under I love her
it smells of the garlic I cut
from the press she walks
in it must have been nice
to go out for groceries the snow
the cat leaping up from prone
and grabbing the mouse
on the string it hits him
his claws on the bed spread.
Jordan Davis
Foweles in the Frith
Foweles in the frith,
The fisses in the flod,
And I mon waxe wod:
Mulch sorw I walke with
For beste of bon and blod.
Anonymous
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