04/13/20 Ouch, That’s Hot
If there was a magic word
I could say,
which lifted this spell
would you believe me?
If it could all be brought back
to the casual
uncertainties
before this mess,
would you buy stock?
They were already dying,
these pale white riders from the stalk of John Smith.
And we were always going to arrive at the fire,
some better
and some less so
dressed.
Well, what now,
as we await our invitation to proceed onward?
If you want me to walk over melting glass,
you’ve got to give me a better reason than the economy.
Don’t get me wrong,
that there is fear enough to move my feet,
but I just know I’ll get stuck only half way along
not ever really there,
can’t turn back,
and without much of anything calling me across