Christine Fellows - Yours, and With Ever Grateful Wonder Lyrics
Punctual to one tenth of one second, most exactI offer her this silent dedication, mother, my meridianOurs, a seamless conversation, your dry wit and my wordsFloat inside more flies in amber than poetry, I'd guessWithout your eye they are meaninglessThe senseless unarrangement of wild thingsJust as they are, our ancestorsElephants, hornbills, mice and my favourite, anteaterYou suit me well...The batter spits into his hand and clapsExemplars of artIf I were to take whiskeyI'd take it straight