I Want to Salute Raw

From The Windjammer in the Forest

Where is my knife?
I want to peel
one of my subjects
to restore my circulation
to acquire tact.
Where is my scale?
I want to scale my tree
Where is my drum?
Where is my wheel?
I want to roll
oh how copiously I want to roll
on my drum and my wheel.
Where is my darling fog-doll?
my live apple
with its voice of sand
its hour-glass eyes
its teeth of roses?
Where are my generous, caviar-filled
Russian noses?
I want some caviar.
Where is my wall-hat?
I want to salute raw.

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