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The Dreyfus Affair - by Stephen Bochoneck
The Dreyfus Affair
It fell like a feather into strange arms
Limbs filling space neatly by fate or chance
A fox that steals chickens from struggling farms
Saves the odd feather, his lawless romance
Displays a gentler heart than most falling
From space like a coin to lover or foe
That they treat like twins despite one’s calling:
‘Love’, it’s too like Dreyfus – like mud you throw
Hiding from mirrors like America
Getting around like the US of A
If I pretend to have malaria
You bring a bunch of grapes but you don’t stay
The fox on Dreyfus, the inverted love:
‘He knows too little and he knows too much’
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