IN THE FONTANA
DRESSING ROOM
Statuary of some fantastic ceramic,
half-moons from China, am etching
by Decauter of the 'Lunar Surface.'
What did I know? It felt like the
basement exhibits at the Princeton
University Art Museum - all that
crazy, distant stuff unearthed.
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No one takes the blame, nor matches
the inclination; a tendency for taking
credit where nothing much is due?
They used to let people smoke in
here. Can you imagine that?
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Those ancient guys who worked
stone with metal, or metal with stone,
I wonder how they talked and what
they said. Did they communicate
with each other side by side at
five-feet-two? Did one say, 'I
know what the Gods want,' and
other just agree by grunting,
and work along?
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