The Modern Pasquinade
Knack to all gamesmanship
is to always let the enemy
feel they are winning.
Become the ashes that keep burning;
circles of imbalance will fade
like bubbles of oxygen under the sea.
You’ll continue to burn brightly –
above sinking mouths
clawing at opened wounds;
Be the echo of the worm
let them eat the shadows from letters
placed on the talking statues of Rome;
you’ll continue to burn brightly,
their flames will turn into the bottled shades of blue.
