Poem in Which I Wrestle a Bear

& though it hasn’t gone very well I am afraid
if I go out my tail will freeze in pre-penicillin
wars with crows cawing in the forests of bukovina
were this the past () the rump of austro-hungary
where the male version of mamiko is mamikon
& the not born children should elicit sympathy
sad I am to not remember that perfect line
for this poem that I had dreamed oh well
on with the end of the german language basics

S J Fowler

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