Skirmish 4: Eternity
I stooped to see
the face of eternity
when he pass'd my bench
and called me a pale wench.
He was a short little bugger,
a sniveling ugly hugger-mugger,
too ill-kempt for good taste
yet with a beguiling gleam 'pon his face.
He eye'd me close and said: "Fear not me
for you are bound to lie in the sea
the fate of one is the fate of all–
feel no need for it to forestall."
posted by Jackie | 12:47 AM
1 Comments:
this one is highly lyrical, and flows well. the face of eternity is not what we expected, but I think we only see him clear enough to know that he is not what we expect. It is also good in its compactness, a lot can be done in a little. and then what is our consolation, except that since fate will sweep us off our feet, we need not worry about it? or what fate is "all-feel"? could go either way.
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