Father Time
gave instructions
on the burial

of heroic myths


~~


the orphan

came dancing from the east,

blinded lame with fame—



the poor came crying

on harvest day

with nary a thing to say


~~


we came out west

through plains and desert winds—

lost in the sand

and searching still 
for dried up bread


~~


oracles, spells, and potions,

the high priest summons—

but how does that make a blessed day?


~~


the fox of foggy woods
gave good advice:

ignore the dancing house

and feasting fools;

instead of gold

just use the wooden tools.



Year: 
2012