Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site cbosgd.UUCP Path: utzoo!decvax!harpo!ulysses!mhuxl!cbosgd!ccf From: ccf@cbosgd.UUCP (Chuck F.) Newsgroups: net.poems Subject: A Poem for Mr. Mincemeat Message-ID: <978@cbosgd.UUCP> Date: Thu, 16-Feb-84 12:47:49 EST Article-I.D.: cbosgd.978 Posted: Thu Feb 16 12:47:49 1984 Date-Received: Fri, 17-Feb-84 05:09:48 EST Distribution: na Organization: AT&T Bell Laboratories, Columbus Lines: 26 A Poem for Mr. Mincemeat The poet is shut away in his old tower. Hear the wind. The poet is musing, without appearing to. All of a sudden, he has goose-bumps. The Devil! No, it's not him: it is the wind, the wind of the spirit passing by. The poet's head is full of it, full of wind. He smiles slyly, while his heart weeps like a willow. But the spirit is present! It gazes on him with an evil eye: a glass eye. And the poet grows meek and blushes. He can muse no more: he retches! A terrible retching of blank verse and bitter disillusions! *<--- chuck --->* cbosgd!ccf BTL Columbus