Magick

there are angels
 in the wheatfields
there are girls
 in the trees
who will sing
"The Humming Chorus"
if you'll only
 ask them "please"
                           there are nymphs
                            all around me
                           there are naiads
                            in the brook
                           i know you think
                            i'm crazy
                           but here,
                            just take a look
there are sopranos, tenors,
 mezzos, baritones,
basses, contraltos
 (oh, stop with all the groans!)
+ ALL will sing tonight
 in a forest glade
+ then they'll see a movie,
 probably "Sling Blade"


DB/c1997

 

                                "Best poem ev'r writ, mmm hmm."