Beyond the shale night the rooster jumps up on the windowsill. I raise the machete— East Ridge going to the abattoir. Poetry is not a form but a result: what’s true of oceans is true of labyrinths. “You lie,” he cried, And ran on. Lois Marie Harrod
This cento (or poetic collage) quotes the following poems, listed in order of reference: “The solitude of an apricot” by Carl Adamshick; “Cuba, 1962” by AI; “Ode to the Unbroken World, Which is Coming” by Thomas Lux; “Any fool can get into an ocean…” by Jack Spicer; and “I saw a man pursuing the horizon” by Stephen Crane.



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