Winter
2000
Number
31
Winter
Wassails
Tom
Disch, Bruce Berger,
Jack Little
Featured
Poet:
Frederick Turner
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NOW
WHY I ASK YOU
Now
why I ask you
Do won and won make too
And why I ask some more
Do too and too make for
And why I further state
Do for and for make ate?
Won too for ate they go
But why I do not know.
WILLARD
ESPY
NEW
YORK COUNTING RHYME
Each
face you see
has a brain behind it
That's hard to bear
in mind on a street
as busy as this
Each
mouth has once
received a kiss
if only Mom's
Each gut was given
its sufficiency
Each
hand has felt
the otherness of
a larger hand
it learned to love
Each
set of toes
within its shoe
did service as
an abacus
and taught a tot
to count to five
This
is a church
and this its steeple
and here's at least
ten million people
TOM
DISCH