The poet roster ends with one
Zukofsky. If not great, he’s at least here
singing of horses on a day without sun.
End of the alphabet, he defines arrear.
Two Ks, a Z & a Y — at school the butt
of jokes, plus he refused to forever pair
with Lorine, forced her to flush twins (gut
punch), then let her go, put Celia there —
married, they raise a son & music make.
I have a hard time reading his words
due to Niedecker’s trace. It’s offense I take.
Glad I never met him face to face.
Mishap aside, Lorine’s superior pace.
Their offspring might have been twinbird.
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