Signed and Countersigned


In the beginning there was Justice;
later came Truth -- It's all
knocked about
over the land; what
does it matter
if the Snake in the Grass
is a python
or rat snake We all
come down
and Sever our Ties with Alacrity
only to Know
our Roles in this melee -- What
might you add
to this, the Claim that
Winter has us in its Vise?  Do
you stand and abjure
or simply
fade into Darkness?  These
days stretch
Out long into the Night without horses
or Pantomimes our blessed
Selves decided and
Unstrung -- Why die?

It is not a Question to fear -- the
rounded edge of the cup
is Stained with lipstick -- Why
would anyone
doubt interment?