From Poems with No First Names

you've got to play it square
with four eggs
in the four corners
you and you make three
and half a hot man
who eats half a cold man
three and three make the rounds
round like the ball of bones
capering in the void
round like the pendulum of stars
with its four-square ears
four corners and half an egg
await under an umbrella of soot
the starchy head
nonplussed three makes four
you've got to play it square
with four eggs
in the four corners
so that the myrmidon
can go to sleep on a tablecloth of wings
like a tiny path
that begins at the end
and stops in the middle

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