Poets on-line graze in their pastures
nuzzling amusement and despair like
sugar cubes from a friendly palm.
Old stallions usually aloof
will drive in hard when young fillies
try their first staggering steps.
Swaggering young studs brash
and strangely pert declare dead poets
dead—new bloodlines faster than fast.
And sweetly swooning mares love all
throw sugar across the corral
like corn at harvest home.