VII

B29559d4a577ce9da5357fb9f03a53abby Andrew Breen23 Sep 2017

Sycorax's spell
subjugated Ariel;
her sin,
transcended Caliban.
Through bondage,
Prospero
freed
them
both.
Lost,
to time and
and melodious insufflations
muffled by
windbroken bows
and creeping
briery,
are the Versifier's
own words.
Spoken,
plainly,
by a
drunk.
A proper disquisition
and hearty homage
to the
idle
commonwealth;
poetic eschew
of the glass
landscapes
cincture.