Congenital Idiot Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Congenital Idiot

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Congenital idiot
Full-grown he-goat
Love what to be done with it?
To be eaten?
Or smeared?
Puzzled, boarding on a boat
set forth in search of moonlight-fountain.

Saturday, June 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: idiocy
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