Proteus 3 Poem by robert dickerson
Proteus 3
Even, at the end, if you conclude,
Convinced by the wily son of Neptune,
Change superior to stasis
Aristaeus, that's your business-
Process being all
Just hang on fast and well
Until he blink, old, withered man-crone Proteus
And with a sheepish look
Waving his flock away
Say 'What you wish to know
Ask and I shall tell'.
And so he will
If only because, because,
From first to last
You hung on fast.
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