This poem is taken from Poetry Nation 3 Number 3, 1974.
Gargoyle
An ornamental bung,
a dragon-dog in little,
a throat without a tongue
to sample its own spittle:
whatever I may be,
harpy or homed toad,
is all the same to me.
I labor to erode.
Good Christians, as you go
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