High courage, bestial snobbery,
neither now merits ungrace from us.
They could no longer hang me,
throttling, for a rabbit sejant.
Like everyone, I would now be lord
or lady myself, and pardon me
or myself loose the coronet- necked hounds.
Now we face new people who share
attitudes only with each other,
withholding all fellowship with us,
all genial laughter. Reverse nobles
who twist us into Gorgon shapes
of an anti-heraldry , inside
their journals and never-lowered shields .
It
Allows A Portrait
In
Line Scan At Fifteen
He retains a slight 'Martian' accent, from the years of single phrases.
He no longer hugs to disarm.
It
is gradually allowing him affection.
It does not allow proportion. Distress is absolute, shrieking, and runs
him at frantic speed through crashing doors.
He likes cyborgs. Their taciturn power, with his intonation .
It
still runs him around the house, alone in the dark, cooing and
laughing.
He can read about soils, populations and New Zealand. On neutral topics
he's illi terate.
Arnie Schwarz enegger is an actor. He isn't a cyborg really, is he, Dad?
He lives on forty acres, wi th animals and trees, and used to draw it
continually.
He knows the map of Earth's fertile soils, and can draw it freehand.
He can only lie in a panicked shout
SorrySorryldidn'tdoit!
warding off
conflict with others and himself.
When he ran away constantly it was to the greengrocers to worship
stacked fruit .
His favourite country was the Ukraine: it is nearly all deep fertile
soil.
Giggling, he climbed allover the dim Freudian psychiatrist who told
us how autism resul ted from 'refrigerator' parents.
