Near The Fields
Two men in a canoe were
catching a crowd of fish.
One guy with a brown patch on hand,
with a tummy of English gentlemen
was like bald Jesus and,
the other — old Monalisa with a moustache.
Both had German rifles, American wild dogs,
and a butt rugged like the Grand Canyon.
Don’t know why.
The river was too lazy, not like the Yangtze,
to meander and make ox-bow lakes.
What are they doing in this god — abandoned…