HOMO HABILIS
(‘man the maker’)
There’s something changed in the manner of the wheel,
things once turned which now remain. A fixed maneuver
of ever-broken time, like the lime-box or the bucket,
running over. We thwart our manner by refusing to
budge: Man the Maker, with his carnival hat and
swagger-stick, imagery of the fantastic, and the
awesome light-brigade of what was gone before.
No cantilevered rainbow, this midtown slut
stares back, as certain of her giving as
of the taking she’s already done.
We’ve had it with all that.
(‘man the maker’)
There’s something changed in the manner of the wheel,
things once turned which now remain. A fixed maneuver
of ever-broken time, like the lime-box or the bucket,
running over. We thwart our manner by refusing to
budge: Man the Maker, with his carnival hat and
swagger-stick, imagery of the fantastic, and the
awesome light-brigade of what was gone before.
No cantilevered rainbow, this midtown slut
stares back, as certain of her giving as
of the taking she’s already done.
We’ve had it with all that.
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