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Monday, May 17, 2010

Pit Pony

Pit Pony

Pit pony blind in England
got rights in Europe with Ape,
registered to vote in condos
cases were pending in Spain.
When Kafka's animals understood
the citizen of Giant Mole
obsessed about it like a dog,
the thing that’s not
the mole that’s not
the mind that's not
the ice foe not,
dots comprehending
to the end
of Pit Ponies
deep in this belief
showed Kafka's animals
were men.
 White and red tail lemurs hung
the wall in Solzhenitsyn’s cell,
pit gerbil hacks on the floor below
were shocked to octoped
to break the boundaries of all that's not
these monsters deep at traffic stops
were wearing Borges’ colonel’s coats of fur,
for the eagle spaniels of Solzhenitsyn’s men
were animals.
 Detached down "The Burrow"
 lights pulsed from their heads.
To give those animals rights we sought
we gave up the ones we did.
We gave and brought the black carp up  
the Mississippi Derrida bed,
borrowed safe mine ponies like snails
 to pull empires big as whales.


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