imperatives


IMPERATIVES

   





The discipline whispers

nary a syllable

regarding

the marriage of bird feathers

and moss,

is damned, Lord knows,

to descant and once again descant

on phallic cigars and virgin roses.



That's anthropology for you,

ever casting buckets of mercy

into water thrice threatened,

pulling up

ice cubes that sizzle

under the heat

of the unknown,

knowing the answer before the advent of the question.











Jerry W. Ward, Jr.

October 19, 2017

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