A Dead Man’s Folly
Stay still, my sweet soot son;
Your pain is glistening gold.
The ingenious image will be won
As your suffering sufficiently unfolds
Stay wary, my silent stalker;
Keep keen eye everlastingly on prey.
The hot hand urges the rusty rocker,
And you will claim vicious victory this day
Stay thirsty, my buoyant benefactor;
Pockets omnisciently open:wide, and free.
Life is but another accented actor,
With his careless checks addressed to me
Exquisite existence, generous glory and glint.
Hungry heart rest easy; the scythe is imminent.