The New Song

As answers deceive The questions stand And dancers leave To track the sand Round robin conspiracy Threatening us all The letters all lower case Their finality tall Butting my head Inside of the line “When does it end Father, Maybe this time” The black and the white of it The tall and the short The poisons the same One knife for a fork New action will free What inaction restrains To once again, once again Once again drain So back to the future Back to the past Choose not your weapon You’ve had your last laugh The wind’s in the vestibule New breath in the hymn Your darkness reveals What the light needs to win With seven unsavory And eight left to roast The turkey unstuffed Leaving room for the ghost So ride away, ride away Ride away all The damage inflicted This hammer a maul The blood’s in the alleyway Life beckons on Death has been slaughtered —as begins the new song (Rosemont Pennsylvania: August, 2014)