Poem: ‘David as an Ape’
Sam Riviere, 21 October 2021
In memoriam D.C. Berman
So he could be less pained, perusing his library of fleasas his antique gaze brushes everyone in the audience once – even you – placid, bland,then on to some untelegraphed point without,the jungle glow: a tremolo arm bent lagoonwards.His fingers, thick as bottlenecks,crowfooted like sofa leather,pinch fur, know bough and scruffbut never ash or...