Benjamin and the Mouse
The oracle leaps through no ruinous time…
Benjamin was the boldest of the four. And whether the four were
The Sons of Peace, or the Fathers of Pride, or the Sisters of Charlies,
Or the Mothers of all Milk Maids, a place to hide he would not find.
Benjamin and the Three rampaged through enemy gates.
But everyone had left. For the big River Festival.
Shame overcame the Three. Benjamin walked to the River.
Fear of the future is in it’s inevitability.
And the idea that it’s not coming at you, rather you
Are walking into it like a quiet immersion into cool water.
The festival was heard before it was seen,
Tangerine strings, frog choirs, and drum barrels
Filled the night. When Benjamin popped his head over the hill,
His nose was met with a croissant held by a mouse
Who introduced himself as mayor.
“The oracle leaps through no ruinous time,” said the mouse
As he walked with Benjamin towards the evening candle
Boats where the water got black and full of mystery.
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