Geep
--Sidney Wade
The music
of the sleepy
day was
ravagingly
dull until
Michael reeled
up a geep
from the depths
of his considerable
intelligence
a geep !
a wonky blend
of goat and sheep
a medical medley
genetic fugue
they call chimera
another wholly
enthralling sound
we found
when googling geep
whose enharmonic
bleating in the end
rings oh so
sad the photo
on the screen
reveals a downcast
baby creature
neither here
nor there
two bold
and mordant
sets of chromosomes
whistling fortissimo
through its patch-work
hide a botched-up
map of silken hair
and wooly yellow
fur its forlorn
droopy ears
a study
in radical
embarrassment
I feel profoundly
sorry for this
border folly
this lonely little
instrument
of the ever-
expanding notion
of what's possible
but then I see
we're kin
the little geep and me
we're marginal
ephemera
intoning low
invisible messages
at the edges
of the known
to who knows
whom
the difference
between us
a matter of degree
the poet of course
a hybrid creature
of transport and remorse
an over-reacher
in semaphore
who knows that sound's
the gold in the ore
whose pleasure-ground
is linguistic welter
who rides like ice
on its own melting
to paradise
or to a stranger land
we don't yet understand
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