And another: In order to satisfy my desire to write poetry while in
recent years having been forced to actually make a living, I began a
long sequence, a parody of the Divine Comedy. At one point the
protagonist trying to rappel down a cliff of Satanic guano in which the
souls of logical positivists, systems analysts, operations researchers
et al are buried, he loses his footing and plunges to the base. Dazed he
looks up at his THREE guides Tiresias, Virgil and the demon Forcas. The
protagonist drifts back into consciousness and the poems narrator
describes the milky, not quite focused image from deep in the recesses
of Hell as:

  "Polyps in a wet black bowel."

charles moyer wrote:
>
> Hey, guys,  How many lilies can you wring out of one acorn or one old
> chestnut?
>
>  Here's a new one-
>
>     "At a Polling Booth in Florida"
>
> The apparition of blank faces in the crowd,
> Fallen chads on a dirty, brown floor.

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