for Thomas Green Bethune
Thar he blows! Plus, tusks
crushed into grins, grins
host to, guest of, impish
Nature, her fort/da “jewels”
glassified behind blank
opposable pupils — Ahabit perfected
(“perhaps memory”) by/for the dicey
Veil. Auto-didact/-dialectics
staged in rent-to-rent
“crowded houses,” asea to har-har-
poon Terrible Tom’ s tom-tom
stutter — VAC C. Gone
but for “language, music,
imitation and perhaps memory.”
Owns no umbrella to forget to splay
open like a bucket. Can’ t cast
down, can’ t go singin’ in
the there.