A Dangerous Man
First and second cousins
Have been warned to steer clear of me.
I don't mind; I relish my reputation.
Of course it's a sham—
A dangerous man is a complex man,
And I'm really quite simple.
My feet precede me, setting the pace.
Ten toes have I; not nine, not eleven.
Each toe is tied to a wandering planet.
What could be simpler
Than a soul that is driven
By signs any schoolboy
Could read in the sky?
©2016 Michael Fraley
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