Inverted Bolas

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Inverted Bolas

They come to me and say, “Do you see, do you see.
do you see it not, a poem I wrote not one day old,
and though I’ve never seen a tree, I wrote about the bole."

A goodly plank and with it’s fellows make to sea.
A ship of stiffened mast, just a mast, be not crass.
And when we put her in the bay, how nice she lay,
just like a corpse in the bay, did she lay, night and day
with fishies swimming round, nor did she run aground,
on or by the sound, just like a corpse she made no sound.
Inverted Bolas hanging low, upside down it is the keel,
or not to keel for the Bolas knows no will in water cold,
for they're not bold, nor touch they knot fertile ground.
Till one day a hole in bole, and keel becomes a holy bole
once more, but not a whore, although she lay
on fertile ground, the water is still deathly cold,
and so the bole shall plank no more.

–Erthona


©2014

Hi, Dale. Dunce that I am, every time I read this I tell myself I'll come back and figure it out. So today I put some effort in and realized I should give up. After that I really enjoyed it, sure packed a bunch of funny in.

Thanks for the grin.

Does a bole have a soul?