THE DAINTY MONSTERS
Michael
Ondaatje
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Sows, one more time
Sunlight on pigs,
a herd of slow pale wounds.
Warm saints milling round the cross,
waiting for weather to break,
speaking gently
appreciating the day.
Wearied intellectuals in the sun.
Shelley and others on the Poet’s Coast
taking in the view or lack of grass.
Caustic laughs,
dry about their sensitivity.
Poets
in a poet’s world.
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