Sambone Cooper-Barley

Oh! Alabamba’s prodigal son!

How gracious of you

To recant your ways,

And stand here,

Amongst your brothers’ and fathers’ bones

And recount that ancient tale.

That tale of fear, and deceit.

Played out upon a turkey-strewn field.


Winter 1487

An indigent’s hoary cry,

At the sight of a dying houndman’s eye

That eye of a king,

Yet that snout of daschund,

That ear of pug,

What fowl demon swept this under the rug?

What flock of turkeys?

Did swallow up

The noises?

The cruel machinations of the night?


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