New Year's Eve preview:
January Poetry Feature:
New Year's Importuned
Receiving guests tonight,
Oh, lay me in pine and seal its
lid with resin!
unsure how many will appear,
though she rings ready, close,
changing dresses every heartbeat,
now bed, now coffin, pearls inserted
for the ferry ride.
I would not be maintained.
We've agreed it so, my one, it seems,
only true, if
too frail upbraiding God for his
self-wrought decay, he
who persists in three-ringed circumlo-
cation of the boldly painted word.
Protectorate and plunder, oh, so soon,
first-- You, yes,
Father, tried, but when not silent,
crude-- Sorry, I just
wish it had been other--, wouldn't
have it any-- No,
guard this door, as once, as ever,
from-- That's e-
nough too much strange company
at century's revolving wake.