no more erudite laws

             over the amber


glass that stole the attention

of foreign diamond cutters

                whose tongues were scoured

     out       a captured              moon



protected the trees with the most


          like impatience and walked

to the door swearing

at the waiters


body parts and abstractions

plaited their hair      with a bundle


of dollars and straw      we stayed for more

than the inevitable misstatements

      when the missing thumb

turned up at breakfast

and was set as in the current


plate of pastoral freedom       the sheep

conformed to other sheep

      and were placed on computer

chips     a mutton sheltering its

yarn    reddening through slaughter


and I knotted a mimicking heart


Mary Kasimor