Just to show there's no hard feelings. Some thought your "tour de force" captured the essence of my anonymn. I thought it way wide of the mark, and felt that I owed you an apology. I find I cannot participate any longer in the 'he said, she said' turn-n-turn-about which is Fray political discourse these days. The primary seems an internal matter which doesn't really concern us out here on the fringes of the empire, unless [as Zizek said] only non-nationals should be allowed to vote. Goodbye, friends.
Tristium
Books and bread won't save the dead
and names will never wound them,
for they've gone home through the soggy loam
dragging their tales behind them.
No bragging rights in the tight
and narrow, so pull yourself together,
that's right, chin up, breast out,
shoulders square as a tapered arse —
The Requiem's a total farce,
the mass is crude and crass,
so pass your gas beneath the grass,
and wrest a sleep from ashen deep.
Do you not see daisies in the shade?
Or the chains the children made?
There's a link in there just for you,
and a woven ring-a-rosie too,
so, c'mon, smile up at the happy day
before their laughter fades away.
A sickness groans inside my bones
and words have always failed me,
and now I find I've lost my mind
where none know where to find me.
