Canarini#4 Poem by robert dickerson

Good reader, I wonder what would you do,
who've borne this recit so patiently:
would his arias of loss and inestimable rue
half-enjoinder, half entreaty
ruffle the likes of you and you?

Would the silver song fall on fertile ground
or furrow blasted and sowed with salt?
Would your heart unfold like a flower at the sound
or tighten its bolt like a miser in his vault?
disposto? -or simple too busy be found?

Engorged nursling, self-absorbed lover
elder swaddled in garden shadow,
in the arms of a chaise, in the arms of each other:
Shame on these knaves who inhabit their cradles
of ease, and disdain the canary, their brother.