Coo(Poem)

The pigeons
didn’t coo
as the sun
in Istanbul
has gone
away
to crack up
the cock
too busy in sleep
on the wind vane.

His secretary
Mr Miles
the dog
has begun to dig
the roots in a sunflower field
and the
Buddhist sky
with the howl
to wake up
the Nihilist bugs on the cattle.

Eggs
mostly drunk
and in Zen mode
didn’t care.

Tractor with
some euro engine
and EMI dirt
all over
was hungry.

The farmer
thought
should I fight again?
when the pests
are ready
to eat the heads
and the bones of
poor monks with petals.


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