The Book of Percival Overview
Malory
De Troyes
von Eschenbach
Spicer on Percival

3

"Ship of fools," the wise man said to me.
"I used to work in Chicago in a department store," I said
to the wise man never knowing that there would be a ship
Whose tiny sails, grail bearing
De Troyes
von Eschenbach
Malory

Would have to support me all the loves of my life
Each impossible choice I had been making. Wave
Upon wave.
"Fool," I could hear them shouting for we were becalmed
      in some impossible harbor
The grail De Troyes
von Eschenbach
Malory
and me
And in impossible armor
The spooks that bent the ship De Troyes
von Eschenbach
Malory

Forwards and backwards.

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