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Gary's poem. "The turkey shoot" has been my
starting point here.
Walt you
are a long way away in time
even your words have become a distance
we need to cross deliberately
we need to have the intention
just as a turkey shoot is a bird
without a brain
in a factory with drop down grain
to fatten them up for feasting
with no fun in it
so is the sense of self something
more than old testament prophet
verse forms with heightened language
another bird with shot in a brain
no bigger than a bean
to most aware of selves in the 21st
alien to you walt
just as you were alien in your own time
and yet you stand with Blake
on his 250th year around
as poet prophet
who transcends the turkey of his own time
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