IN A DUCAL
Half this crown is the harlot's host -
they're out there in the Route One Motel.
I singed their candle when it burned at
both ends, went up to Linden, and
walked back again. For all that,
now, I've got nothing but time.
This elixir is a magic foil, she's
pleading with me to drink. I no
longer ache, and I can breath again.
I ask, 'Now?' She says, 'When?'