Simon Plutser-Sarno

9/10/12

Arts in NYC

Unicorne

Trapped within the flower’d gar’n

Subdued with silver chain

Kicks a wild colt of gleaming white

Its efforts are in vain

The king desired it and his men

With hounds had chased it down

They tore it from its forest home

To please the jewel’d croun

No simple wild harse is he

But spirit without flaw

A beard like of old men and gotes

He sports upon his jaw

And thar atop his graceful hed

Sticks owt an arm’s length horne

It makes him fearsum – a wilde beest

They call him unicorne