In the spring 1993 semester, Demetri Maritn prepared this palindromic poem as his project for my fractal geometry class. Notice the first two and last two lines are palindromes, the middle line, "Be still if I fill its ebb" minus its last letter is a palindrome, and the ENTIRE poem is a palindrome. Amazing.
| Dammit I'm mad |
| Evil is a deed as I live. |
| God, am I reviled? |
| I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt. |
| To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss. |
| Alas it is so late. Who stops to help? Man, it is hot. |
| I'm in it. |
| I tell. |
| I am not a devil. |
| I level "Mad Dog". |
| Ah, say burning is as a deified gulp |
| in my halo of a mired rum tin. |
| I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin. |
| Is evil in a clam? In a trap? |
| No. It is open. |
| On it I was stuck. |
| Rats peed on hope. |
| Elsewhere dips a web. |
| Be still if I fill its ebb. |
| Ew, a spider ... eh? |
| We sleep. |
| Oh no! |
| Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position. |
| Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name. |
| Both, one ... my names are in it. Murder? |
| I'm a fool. A hymn I plug, |
| Deified as a sign in ruby ash - a Goddam level I lived at. |
| On mail let it in. I'm it. |
| Oh, sit in ample hot spots. |
| Oh, wet! |
| A loss it is alas (sip). I'd assign it a name. |
| Name not one bottle minus an ode by me: |
| "Sir, I deliver. I'm a dog." |
| Evil is a deed as I live. |
| Dammit I'm mad. |
Used with the permission of the poet.