The New Song

The answers deceive The questions stand The dancers leave To track the sand Round robin conspiracy Threatens us all The letters all lower case The finality TALL Butting my head Inside of the line Where 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 in the pork New action may draw What inaction restrains What once again, once again Once again drains 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 commands What the light needs to win The seven unsavory The eight still to roast The turkey unstuffed Leaving room for the ghost So ride away, ride away Ride away all The damage inflicted This hammer a mall The blood’s in the alleyway Life beckons on Death has been slaughtered —as begins the new song (Rosemont Pennsylvania: August, 2014)