Hemlock

Some would say, the danger portends Some would say, it all is pretend Some would say, the past wears a shroud Some would say, the quiet is loud Some would say, all love is for fools Some would say, to break every rule Some would say, today is unsure Some would say, tomorrow the cure Some would say, the hammer is cocked Some would say, the target is locked Some would say, the reasons persist Some would say, all logic resists Some would say, the lies are astute Some would say, more voices to mute Some would say, the weight is too much Some would say, to look but don’t touch Some would say, their talk cheap and vile Some would say —death kills with a smile (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)