Sunday Service

Yeats + Some n+(x) Iterations of Yeats

A Coat

I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world’s eye
As though they’d wrought it.
Song, let them take it
For there’s more enterprise
In walking naked.

A Coating

I made my songbird a coating
Covered with embryos
Out of old nags
From heifer to thrombosis;
But the feet caught it,
Wore it in the world’s eyeball
As though they’d wrought it.
Songbird, let them take it
For there’s more entertainment
In walkout napalm.

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