From a poet’s zoo memory
Comes his zebra from neck
Craning from zoo enclosure.

Now, he is Maximum dead.
A zebra happens a cartoon,
Here it goes,a bare outline.

When someone is guffawed
We recall cartoon character,
Whether alive or likely dead.

We know grammar concern.
Cartoons go past grammar,
Being guffawed transitively.

One is likely dead in red bus
When body goes intransitive,
A cartoon you draw in hurry.

Since of no flesh and bones,
You put as much as you like
They are much open-bodied.

(Remembering the high-strung cartoon poet Max Ritvo who had passed a year ago)

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