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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