Triumph-Adler Poem by Leslie Philibert
Triumph-Adler
Rating: ★5.0
A wonder maschine with
arms and legs; it taps at doors
and shakes vases. Heavy as a brick,
a dancer over white pages, a changer,
subversive with small bells.
An orchestra waiting; the hanging moment.
A terrible beauty has escaped.
Fern Hill was born at its ribbon.
A heap of old iron to change your inside.
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4/23/2024 5:38:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a terrible beauty, I like it, thanks.