The Wise Fat Vet Falls Over Perhaps.

Between six and nine
he reads Saint Einstein
disputes bitterly with his butler
the supposed straightness
of any straight line
Claims to be, He
the long lost cousin of
The Lone Ranger, ghostwriter
to Mister Sherlock Homes, the inspiration
behind Cutlers songs, behind Milligans poems
Says he
is the green rain
that drenches wet
the limp geography, that soaks soundlessly
the ancient monument built there
invisibly, upon the creators hot soup
And the stories we make up
in order to masque us
finally measure us.*

*In Radford's revised and printed version (Collingwood 1998)
the last line reads: "will finally entangle us."