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XXXIX
David's Sabine Women Enforcing Peace
The Mallard Duck
who cherishes
th'years of Fancy's youth
as its rich legacy

and welcomes
the mellowing wisdom of age
with quiet wing
in "God's natural cage"

content to exist
among his peers in peace
despite their active lunacy,

who manages to keep his head green
when he's old
And can no longer be observed to fly
wildly
after every wild mouth's outcry

not even ruffling his feathered wait

--While th'subdivided World boils
in Sarcasms & Hate, he

flaps his feet, and in
Calm Waters
(polluted)
takes his seat. 42

^{42} The lines could have been printed in a more traditional fashion, but printing them as I do adds acuity to the text. I like the story of this duck because he does not (perhaps of all my characters) aspire to some purpose higher than himself. He is that special 'human' creature which does not notice just how human God really is (inevitably concluding how godly he himself must then be in consequence, naturally). He merely lives and lets live (like some sort of bloody saint, of the out-in-the wilderness kind). And, now I think on'it, this poem was published back in the 60s during one of my many really crazy submission binges, though I can't remember exactly where [email protected]

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