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It looks almost playful:

Punch turns almost quickly about, lands

a wheelhouse right smack in the middle of

Scaramouche’s big nose, for no good reason.

Judy cackles like a startled hen, children squeal

gleefully as Scaramouche yelps his bobbing rag head

off, from deep inside rag-made lungs. It’s all in fun

in this box of a world. He laughs his alleged laugh and calls

the world mad.

But, other Scaramouche skirmishes flair

in a container world: they come with sleekly-polished,

sharply-honed blades of French Revolutionary swords

as our once playful and dull victim, Scaramouche, swirls his body about.

A fearsome panache, plunging a glistening blade into a Punch-like

enemy unknown to him. Scaramouche then laughs his laugh saying,

“The world is mad.”

It is mad, in places little known to skilled geographers, and here, too,

we play our little games of territory: “This part of the box is mine,

the much smaller part, yours.” And we laugh.