Classified Poem by Shane Markie

''One pair of ears, big. Best offer takes.
Tuned to Bach, Hank Williams, bees, the Book of Job.
Shut off for deans, lieutenants, and salesmen talking.

'listen, you are not listening.'

Mouth, one wide.
Some teeth missing.
Two and a half languages.
Adaptable to pipes and occasional kissing.
Has been broken but in good repair.
Lies.

'tell me. why won't you tell me? ' ~MILLER WILLIAMS~

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'Tell me what
happened, ' you said.

'Your own ears already know
everything, ' I said.

If you break my teeth, my heart can still hołd everything,
including two and a half languages, notwithstanding; one for heart, one for soul, one for mind's memory; of past, of present,
of eternity, but if and when my ears come off, eternity's own ocean overcomes me. Then the bees, the book of Job, Hank Williams, and Bach ought reverberate in the canyons of my skull
for one last communal and transcendental whirling dervish Sufi dance.