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This poem is taken from PN Review 245, Volume 45 Number 3, January - February 2019.

Secant Lads
and other poems
Daniel King
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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