Hee Haw, I Cried
By Sy Roth
With a mulish hee haw,
I wrap myself in my own divine comedy.
Commedia dell’arte path
For a blind mercenary of his own fate.
An ormolu wonder stood before me--
Trees clad in shimmering gold.
Timidly approached,
I scratched its surface lightly
Find fleshy, dark wood beneath
Where ambitions have been suffocated
And only the braying...
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