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This poem is taken from PN Review 167, Volume 32 Number 3, January - February 2006.

Big Bumperton on the Sabbath Ian Pindar


'We are not concerned,' he said, 'with long-winded creations, with long-term beings. Our creatures will not be heroes of romances in many volumes.'
Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles (1934)


I

In a Christian house
In a Christian town
Lived a Christian man
With a little dog
That greeted him every day after work.

If Big Bumperton
(For that was his name)
Seemed a happy man
Then it only seemed
For he was alone since his mother died.

& in love, it's true,
He had little luck
For the girls he loved
Never did love him
& saw him as an object of pity.

Still he carried on
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