Here is a poem I just wrote.
Draft 2
"Cultured Beasts"
Three princes came to me in sleep
Each atop a cultured beast-- horse, camel, elephant--
Who beg for nirvana.
The men beg for money-- a dowry.
"I never had one," I shrug.
"Then you're worthless."
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