Secant Lads
and other poems

Secant Lads

You are monads, loved for a moment
Attached to me as acolytes
Chords but not diameters, bowmen
Who chant my mantra, solstice nights:

Secant lads, secant lads, secant lads, secant lads
Secant lads, secant lads, secant lads, secant lads
Secant lads, secant lads, secant lads, secant lads

You are nomads, castle encircling
As venomous as aconite;
Tiger moths from Saturn, checkmating
With darts or arrows, sound or light;

You are comrades, Diaz in daring,
As dear to me as ammonites;
Sand from Sagittarius, blasting
With chords of Ø, you topaz knights!
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