XXXII
                                                                                              And there were
                              motor boats in the offing and wind-up keys
                              in all the metal rabbits and real flowers
James Joyce           in all their paws and naked and barefoot she came
                              into the living room, and I. remembered
                              the dead-man’s float, the body goes this way and that
                              and you’d be surprised how long you can hold your breath,
                              and there will be chickens cooking in every trash can
                              and you should hear the toothless sing and given
                              how sycamores get so fat you shouldn’t be surprised
                              at wood coming back, the demented eyes staring
                              at you.