Once there was an Archer, And there was a minute When He shot a shaft On a New Departure. Then He must have laughed; Comedy was in it. For the game He hunted Was the non-existence Of the Phoenix pullet (The M?????? [not being] of Plato), And the shaft got blunted On her non-resistance. Like a dum-dum bullet - Did in fact get splattered Like a ripe tomato. 15 That's how matter mattered. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WASHINGTON MONUMENT BY NIGHT by CARL SANDBURG MANASSAS [JULY 21, 1861] by CATHERINE ANNE WARFIELD I HAVE A GARMENT by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA A PEASANT WOMAN'S SONG by DION BOUCICAULT MY SON'S SON TO HIS SON'S SON - PERHAPS by MABEL RUTHERFORD BRIDGES ON ROBERT RIDDELL by ROBERT BURNS THE DESERT by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT FOUR EPISTLES: MIRACLE AT THE FEAST OF PENTECOST: 1 by JOHN BYROM |