The Horseman’s on the Roof
 The plague is everywhere
  Paris 1849
      Jean Giono
Stopped writing “ Jean Giono’s”
Maybe we should too

Creatures of
   The Burning Light
 My Heart is
In your hands

The ides of 

 March 

      Came and went 

   No bewareness 

    Shoulda been January

     Who knew?

      Fuck that asshole 

        His profound stupidity 

 And greed has killed 

       Us  buried in mass graves 

 The Fool

 Card of the Tarot

Now dressed as Death

I’m a soliloquy 

 Away 

 From losing 

 Myself 

   Seen in the reflection

    The bandito

    Again

     The white puff of smoke 

 From the rifle 

      Yes 

 I’ve killed 

     But now there’s no Faleena 

    Not even a song 

Stop 

 The fledgling 

     Nincompoops starting 

 The stoops

       Of stairway 

      To help us 

                  Reverberating 

    In their 

                       Dodge caravans 

        Old Arab saying 

   ‘The dogs will bark

                            But the caravan keeps moving’