The Utility of Hippopotamuses
As I lay dying one fine October day,
A quite hippopotamoid person
Negotiated my pact with the eagles:
They agreed to survival
So long as I would speak
Their position in matters
Of state and stake.
The periodic low whisper of nearby
Wings too large for redtails
And morning conversations with
The local King of Crows tell me
That I am still watchee
As well as watcher:
Moreover,
I notice there is still flesh
On rather a large number
Of my bones, and so I see
No purpose in quibbling
About the corporeal
Substantiality or
Embodimental trimmings
Of grace and skill.
- David Mitchell
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Painting
by Ken Peters
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