Thursday, September 8, 2016

The shirt tail and the seamstress

 We don't usually quibble with
 Geoffrey Chaucer, but our many
 shirtlifters, spotted in stained
 glass windows and insulating
 tapestries, marble and bronze,
 and canvas and oils, could well
 have been spared renascences to-
 day if he'd admitted a prescient
 seamstress to his epic parade.

 Such broad self-ripping of 
 bodice is upon us now, that 
 one scarcely has the chance 
 to evaluate the tissues for 
 their treatment by the trade.

 Eccovi il medico, we seem
 to have our Despina at last,
 and as in all her appearances,
 just in time.

Rob Allen

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