Q
U's mate, O with a new root,
the one capital letter
which probes below the base line,
here's to the quirky beauty
of its tail, that fluent tongue
stuck from a wide-open mouth,
that elegant half-mustache
parted quickly toward the east,
that antique handle we grasp
to lift up the monocle
of our alphabet's monarch,
that final flourish of the quill.
Michael McFee
That Was Oasis
Carnegie Mellon University Press
Copyright © 2012 by Michael McFee
All rights reserved.
Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission