To C West

Standing redundant in an echoing wind, renewing your vanity with deference to all At home on the fringes where truth is an orphan, you line up your enemies canons shot at the wall A general of a malingering army, whose entitled thinkers lay truth in the grave The devil is calling his pulpit awaits you, the olive branch hollow —your memory enslaved (Saint David’s Pennsylvania: November, 2020)