Madam read her singable pieces without inflection, 
A dissonance that plays to solemnity (“sing me, song”)  
And tuneful reproach (“play-dough of god”).  
Combing through my notes  
I read there’s a world of disputes,  

Churlish puffins and other dissension to shatter earlier continuity  

Before my exploding goofiness over lunch; of course I mean exploring.