Corneille Poem by Armadillo Poet

Nobly feathered the
withdrawn play-write
returns to break the unities

Corneille, he
comes to...

point a mirror,
to dramatize a tragedy.

He collects the feathers, makes an offering to the moon;

I look for
my reflection all
the while the
crow brothers make
in squawks,
their confessions:

In dance you
see black souls
Pair up-and-fly

They let out
the laughing, and
making merry
Corneille, he,
Acts as apostle to
The newly-betrothed:

those that married
in the sky

But then, the
dark soles, for
a moment, corniced

Then they plummet
to the earth

The tragedy set upon
A stage of feathers

They met, flew high, and fell
Singing: this tragedy is man! this tragedy is man!
The Cid directs: break. Beak. Break!