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The Beast (found poem)
by Jim Benzthere grows a manner of fruit
like a gourd
and when it is ripe
men cut it in two and find within
a little beast
with flesh and blood and bone
like a little lamb, but without the wool
Men eat both the fruit
and the beast
and it is a great marvel
I have tasted it myself
-Sir John Mandeville
enough
08/15/2007 Author's Note: published in "Right Hand Pointing"
Posted on 08/15/2007
Copyright © 2026 Jim Benz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 08/15/07 at 05:45 PM next time i photograph gourds i'll be weary of little beasts |
| Posted by Dan Kasten on 08/16/07 at 12:54 AM Were that writing like this was still practiced. Found and delivered. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/16/07 at 07:27 PM Strange! A fascination with the fanciful and surreal I think. Evidently always has been. |
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