Manque Poem by kenneth f. taylor

Manque



'…that the drama is wholly subjective/
- stone knowing the form which the carver imparts it…'

- Pound, Pisan Cantos, LXXIV

to each: the varied glim
of days.
suffer
little fakirs
to blow in the pipe;
the straw fakers
with eyes of carnelian;
snakes
in thin-weave basketheads
hands
of dull flame
rattling the bobbly dice

Friday, March 21, 2014
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