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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