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Pater Inflatus

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Brittle and bright, your magnificent shell,
Fragile and taut as attic drums,
It is the shroud of your diminishment,
Apace your nemesis comes.

Haughtily you perch, a bird of veneers,
Too fat to fly, too dull to sing,
Glare at the distance from darkening bough,
And decry the birds on the wing.

The ego-shine, divine! What grand design!
All things in your estimation,
Are proclaimed this or that, tuneful or flat,
To deaf, enrapt congregations.

Written by Jem Neal

April 9, 2011 at 12:16 pm

Posted in Uncategorized