Collage Poem
Gladys Justin Carr

This little mole has been working
very hard all morning spring cleaning
her little house while on the sea once
upon a time o my best beloved there
was a whale and he ate fishes a way
a lone a last a loved a long the river-
run past Eve and Adam’s where
all happy families are alike as they dance
by the light of the moon but how
can we know the dancer from the dance
unless we are Marie of Roumania and all
that mumbo jumbo will hoo-doo you
until you go home and get kicked
downstairs or put a bullet through
your head …. shantih shantih shantih