A Fool's Day


A FOOL'S DAY



"Triage the golden misrule of law."

From The Obsidian Anthology of Fear



[[It]], a paragon of genders

and genres  never invented, [[is]].



Isn't  a four-cornered mouth

a perfect allegory of treason

murdering reason, the cruel politics

of poetry as a supreme image?



Perhaps coronavirus and another omens

have come to beam the anthropocene

through impeachment of space,

or a verdict of time.



[[It]], a sacred gift from elsewhere, [[is]].



At last we are free to admit

we never knew what death really is.



Jerry W. Ward, Jr.            April 1, 2020


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