Epiphany

To saddle in a fortune
Is to forget the farm.
I rather be a swordsman than a suit,
Nor a tattle that slithers and rattles
Whose cowardice lies in a tangle of tales.

I’ve huffed and puffed too much dust
To be stricken by stick and stone.
Alone, I... alas,
These withered bones
Have had enough...

Of life spent rummaging in fields
With mice and men
And snakes always watching.
Slithering..

C. 2024 / Published: Untitled: In Progress* / Unfinished Works by: Jet Le Parti

Presented at "Burn Pits, Settled Dust, & Weather Reports" at Base 36 / (NY)