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Dave Bonta
We all went into the thorn
together—a great pleasure.
We prepared breakfast
for thirteen guns—a pleasure.
How the ship went through
the dark and rain! A pleasure.
We entered into a dispute:
a guard came
to examine our mirth
with our most abominable lodging.
Voice choked
the water
gushes
The operas
buffeted by wads
of blonde hair
Huff huff
I whispered
to the children
But then
the guards
saw us
And came walking
on their
high stilts
We broke our
what's all the shouting about, the
man wanted to know; i couldn't
tell him.
It wasn't, even, as if
there weren't anything to shout
about, there was plenty, i can
tell you. but how could i translate
successfully enough? to tell him
just what the shouting was about.
so finally, since he kept insisting,
i told him all, how the colts had
deserted their sacred oath, and more
important, the border guard, and
alexander, big man, halfway into india.