The Poet

A poet dips and plants till a green appears from the tip of his pen no wonder the old masters used a deep well of ink to troll pierced their boils of necessity for a word-ooze, painful pricks causing flows of relief the poet's booze intoxication appears a magician's cape and wand not so unlike writer-diviner's hidden streams our bent twigs, real and deceptive poet, physician and fond thief gifted with a scalpel of confounding mystery and applauded belief --