a joke
of the sun
a light
flying forth
the air parting
burning
intensity
the food on fire
unable to feedan ask
an assitance
get it back
on the front pages
until the admission
if it does not succeed
twenty years will pass
a screw bored
into the woodeat the meal
and enjoy
because the reverence
of the reverend
will not last
he will forget
and will be lost
locked
and forever tortured
by the memories.
