Poems From The Head

Oh, Hossa, Where Is Thy Oxterbind? “Oh, Hossa, where is thy oxterbind?” The giant howled and screamed “I left it inside the northern wind” A victory for Hossa, it seemed   But Onta, oh Onta, had died that day Whilst angels whizzed and roize “For that, oh Hossa, you surely will pay” Boomed the giants melodious voice   A man of Hossa's unterskars Had NOT adzeen the day When lobachs died and polished their cars THE GIANT...was well on his way...    1972

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