Tzara Sing Miro Poem by David Saltaire

See the tadpole slithering
Up the straightened line
And hammer on
The corrugated plain
Watch the squat tree
Wave fat limbs and watch it
Turn around in a sticky blue sky

Lay-lie,
go
Very up high.
Where twee-birds flitter and flicker
Gambol and zoom
Prisms of bottles dance
Cool green and high
on the table
spread with a primary feast.

Objects on the Mommy plain
Calling out with calling
Listen: brassy-bright winking horns
Sing, Praise the Sun! Oh, the Sun!
Praise the streaming yellow sun!
Invoke in us your transcendent son.

The banner with its banter
Rooster on the railing
Sings out like a canter
On the late last evening train
To Istanbul or Cairo.

Gloriously the Sun King beams!
On babes, peasants and mothers
And everything gleams
Vibrates, undulates, modulates
Rotates and circulates.

And old smiling Sol
forever radiates.