MY CARNIVEROUS
BUMPSTER
Eating the waves of the cauldron,
like the sea
on fire, the ships all burning their
woods and sails,
the tall masts of Lebanon now
floundered - some
thirty thousand men have died on
this endeavor.
Like reading Gilgamesh, a hunk of
massive story
based on Mankind's width, we realize
too soon too
late just what we are; men of
stature, but lost as
Gods. Those, as us, who cannot live
forever, wilt.
-
Death is not the end, but then
neither is Death
the answer. I know not either of the
categories
flatly well, yet I see enough to
know the way I need
to travel : straight up, not
hunched, with a pack of
gold upon my back. Brigands and
night thieves
will try to steal from me, I know;
but I shall never
let them. Steadfast and stern, I
stand alert.
-
My heart is in the fields, and my
honor is not the Devil's.
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