Saturday, May 12, 2007

The Song of Cassandra

I sought Fletcher but found Metzke.
I tried to be Twain and Eliot but turned into Queen.
I am Winston's friend aged twenty-three.

You need a long spoon to study the work of fiction that is the Bible; old conversations echo through time.
To step through the looking-glass you must speak Latin backwards. Then it is just the same.
Where are you, Leo?

Can you hear me, Jane?

Break the pot. Shatter it against the wall. Grind it underfoot until none remains. The image persists.

It's time to leave Kansas.

No comments: