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I've enjoyed all the poems of the past few days, and how various! The different erotisms of Liz's and Dave's, for example. But I'm way too post-Christmas to say anything sensible. I wrote a poem, to my surprise, a couple of days ago, so here it is: the bees have declared an amnesty their dances are only lyrical effusions and why are apricots so illiterate? yet they diffuse their promiscuous perfumes sliming the earth with rot one has always mistrusted the language of cats and their devotion to hygiene so many things slide and tumble churches flounder in tides of mud shoes dissolve in a week and why do scissors keep disappearing? if you ask nature for absolution it senselessly posts you flowers and blood and the fronds uncurl to tinier fronds and so on which seem meticulous synonyms for murder like a froth of hands on metallic surfaces making and unmaking and underneath the mindless carnivorous ocean -- Alison Croggon Home page http://www.users.bigpond.com/acroggon/ Masthead http://au.geocities.com/masthead_2/