(jann castor 11, august, 1999)

Give me some verses
and a bottle of wine
so I could stay in jail.

I don't seem to be very good at life!

Give me a whore
and a conversation
so I could sing for Zeus.

I don't seem to discern the valley of death!

Am I to be a wolf
howling at total eclipse
on this day of penumbra?

Like a poet without a cause
A spirit without a human circumspection ?

I repeal the tribute
to all those
who transgressed me.

I forgive those
who were kind to me.

Yet, I have to go back to my field
to see whether the seeds I planted need water.

copyright  Jann C. Castor  © 1999