Monday, May 24, 2004

1130

Vanishing? That
Happens sometimes,
Even when you see
It commaing
The funds you've
Taken for parsley
It catches at you

And the loss
A wilder sometime
Gets through you
Tastes like grass
The way the law
Of no finer mention
Explains its
Wide, wide wake
Not by the important
Personages on deck
But with the name

Of You Cannot Know
Because It Cannot
Be Known And That
Will Be Your Prize.