It’s delightful
No more
The usual splendor of dawn
Much better is my passion
For the occult of the
Fools

Neath the spell of the full moon
Everything we do is fiction
We even celebrate freedom
Without winning a war

A case in point is
June 12

Another is
The capitulation of August 14

Followed by December 10
All in 1898

And what about January 22
1878?
Do you still recall what happened then?

Sorry it’s beyond my memory
But the Jabidah horror is still
Vivid
As if it’s just a moment behind

Now you understand why we lost
All our lands below the wind

And also
Why the all-season game we play every tick of the clock
Is mercantile witchcraft


Clem M. Bascar