would find his ego in the hook
often bated with nothing but hunger
the body’s kind of desire
but sometimes with a real worm
the soul’s model of desire
like the one in the bottle
with which to draw its subjects
into opening their mouths
and swallowing the hook
so it can set and he can reel
his life in from the depths
or else a rattling kettle
or a birdcage or one time
a wooden ladder to heaven
with only one rung to climb
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