Nothing More Tangible For Hillmen
Reticence, the virtue of the fool
Whose caution is o'ertaken by his fear
Of fame; to those who sup with death, a vice
More tiresome than the candle in the well
Of night for him who treads the dark, aflame
With enterprises better talked of low
In hostelries where every light is dim
This burning, then; this incandescent thread
Effulgent as a quasar; nevermore
Shall dusk be known abaft a haggard Sol
slough away this languid mind you nurture
And brook no more reversals underhand
Nor fool the nincompoop with shows of trust
That better suit the bantam than the bride
Cool, clear as ice, dwells shame at rainbow's rim
Nor shall it thaw, whenas the baleful glare
In dread awe tolls the future and must ride
Beyond old Saturn's arrogant demesnes
To where a deadly dusk lies -- entropy
To quav'ring hearts the sullen remedy
Will at the end all living things embrace
| Contributors: | P, Roland, fester, F, Kansas Sam, Jeremiah, Beefy. |
| Poem finished: | 16th June 2004 by P. |