Questionnaire: does the state have a rooster?
No? Does the state have air? Does the state
get up when it pleases? Down oysters like
a binary star that swoons from one abyss
to another? Does the state have a cock
that crows late morning among the emus
in the arid glittery air? Does the state like
Puritans? Does the state, like Puritans,
strongly prefer rooster? Is the state in dialogue
with its one-eyed cock? Is it after all this time
self-administering? Did I mean autocratic? Good
question. Ask again next year. Does the state
like Chaucer? Does the state, like Chaucer, poet
and administrator, use cock for god? Cock’s
body, cock’s bones, cock’s passion, cock’s
country, cock’s plan. Does the state have
a plan? Does the state have a cockatrix?
In Cahoots at the Crossroads
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Cockatrix!
This poem should never end!