06-29-2013, 11:55 AM
Three flasks of liquored words I've shared with Cook,
although it seems, to him I am forgotten.
I listened to his tales told from the bottom
of a hemlock laden chalice. The Book
of Alderon is plowed upon a field
and Michael gathers thatch and stuffs old clothes
but gives them not a pen or sword to wield,
declares it friend then tells it to scare crows.
Is that Michael holding Yorick's skull?
Or questioning a straw man of his fate?
Will he answer now the three crones' pull
or is this self-examination much too late?
My "friend", he now entreats me call him sane:
"Alas, poor Yorick, I knew him . . . what's your name?"
although it seems, to him I am forgotten.
I listened to his tales told from the bottom
of a hemlock laden chalice. The Book
of Alderon is plowed upon a field
and Michael gathers thatch and stuffs old clothes
but gives them not a pen or sword to wield,
declares it friend then tells it to scare crows.
Is that Michael holding Yorick's skull?
Or questioning a straw man of his fate?
Will he answer now the three crones' pull
or is this self-examination much too late?
My "friend", he now entreats me call him sane:
"Alas, poor Yorick, I knew him . . . what's your name?"