Do not count the actual auras:
A, C, D, E, H, L, N, O, R, T, and U.
Unnatural acts occurred,
A tarot card, or a tantra cult,
. . . a conundrunn . . .
Lord Alcidae,
contacted a local nun, Laura . . .
Coral adorned, Laura couldn't accord,
a London Lord clad in a collared ducal coat.
Nor could Laura court a soul of coal.
Lord Alcidae roared aloud a contract,
conducted Alca torda on a toad, cat and rat.
Dracaena Draco, at an altar.
Our Lord called "Laura!"
Laura ran around, rotund, unclad.
Tracheal ducts torn, cords cut,
Heart raced.
"Call a doctor."
A currant cotula, caldron red,
Laura, a curdling, crucial undoing,
Who is this poem about?
