5050. I HAVE TO BE SURE

I HAVE TO BE SURE

My hat is dead; hanging on rungs where no one

hangs a thing. There's always an absence. I love

the monkeys in the zoo, but mothers always lie :

'Mama, will this monkey be here forever?'

'Why yes, my love, it will.' Mothers have to
lie like monkeys have to die.

-

There's smoke in the fireplace slowly singing : I

think it's a King Arthur dirge. The troops are 

leading the singalong, drinking all their ale and 

grog. We care little for what is suitable; 

we just instead do what we want.

-

This morning, it was 10 degrees and I was locked

outside -   until good John let me in. Out of pity, he

said I could sit and get warm. I was OK, but I

couldn't be sure  -  it was cold enough for

anything to play out on the ice. Trucks

and cars, and cars and trucks, and more.