Triumphantly, the bone bore no oboe,
none at all. It was eerie. I stuck my
prohibitory toe in the lane. I had
to unlearn about enemas. Nor was I
an amulet invisible to the mauler.
Noel, I cried! Do not let the manure
be an omen! It is unreal, all this neon
in the rubble. Your bunion is bonier
than mine. But my ruin is bluer.
Ed. note: The poem consists of anagrams derived from the title, a cowboy folk song that Johnny Cash recorded in 1965. Star Black took the photo of Terence Winch (c 2008). We post it here on November 1, 2020, to celebrate the poet's seventy-fifth birthday.