It's Not A Poem About Duck Comments

I'm spellbound by the scenario painted here. It seems a little like a whole in my trousers, something's missing but a spider's web of threads reach out from all sides trying to connect. Trying to make whole again what was, before the hole was noticed, totally natural and without need for comment. I could probably, I think go through the poem line by line and image by image and extract symbols, historical, cultural, mythic. I think what has been cut allows a view previously denied. I'm enchanted. There is magic here.