Douglas Scotney

Gold Star - 32,378 Points (boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)

Heine Goes For Gods - Poem by Douglas Scotney

'I thought I was laying into one ass precisely
when a dozen got up
and there were a dozen angry asses
braying everyone would know.
I lay down in my 'table',
flicked ass for fable.'

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A scathing critic, Heine spent years confined to his bed, his 'mattress crypt', his 'table'.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2014

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