Three Poems
Michael Cadnum June 6, 2011 - 9:48am
The Peacock
What does he feed on,
this stalking festival,
with a gaze perpetually startled,
and a bearing so assertively free of
nest or boundary that he is either
witless or emperor of all?
Even the canary’s aria
is flat beside his scarlet cry,
and he drags his multicolored
mantle like so much excess of no
use but to steady the progress
of his parade....
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