Poems for Poets VII
Sweenies (or Swine-ies) Among the Nightingales
by Michael R. Burch
(for the Corseted Ones and the Erratics)
Open yourself to words, and if they come,
be glad the stone-tongued apes are stricken dumb
by anything like music; they believe
in petrified dry meaning. Love conceives
wild harmonies,
while lumberjacks fell trees.
Sweet, unifying music, a cappella ...
but apeneck Sweeny’s not the...
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