TO FU

To Fu slept on a tomb graced
By unicorns who faded
When dawn arrived.
Who can write of
Things like this?
An ode, then
To old wine
Sour but Drinkable

MORE ON THE SUBJECT OF AACHEN'S DEAD BISHOPS

The dead bishops of Aachen are quiet folk

Emerging from their sepulchers late at night

To clean up the cathedral.  Done,they gather

Outside, smoking the half-used cigarettes

Tourists crushed when they entered,

And watch the stars slowly disappear.

At dawn, the bell named Leopardus

Tolls gently and the bishops fade away.