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This poem is taken from PN Review 210, Volume 39 Number 4, March - April 2013.

Alexandra One John Redmond
   I open a window east of Microsoft Word
  —Room! Room!— as the father of winter
opens a door —Give me room torhyme!—

   and in blow the masks of brotherhood with their
  ambivalent question, 'Would you be revived?'
To explicate is to amplify.

—Welcome fools and goats and quacks,
old teapots and chimneystacks
!— Into a ... film?
(really: a few minutes of shaking

   shot on a phone) a shadow, call him Kris Kringle
  or Robin Redbreast or The King of The Waxing Year
negotiates the snugs and nooks

   and stamps his cane: Welcome dames and dolts
 and mules! Welcome trolls and welcome tools!
The whole
pub blinks ('Did he mean us?') but nobody bails.

   Half with hoods up, half with hoods down,
...


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