The Crapulous Toad
after Corbiere
He chants into the airless night…
-- The bright moon recounts hard metallic light
Upon the snotgreen tatters of the sky.
…High-as-a-kite song, echoes buried
Alive as he roars beneath the flower bed…
-- Shschsch! Lush silence shadowing the shadows…
-- Blottoed toad! What do you fear
From me, your faithful rat-arsed soldier?
See here, the pie-eyed poet, wingless
Nightingale of the sodden mire, legless
He sings: "The horror! The horror!!" Why?
Can't you see his bloodshot glittering eye?
No: he's pissed off to his stony lair.
- Here's mud in your eye: Mon semblable, mon frère!
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