Could we have settled
on a worse historical account?
Even a slight amount of tedium
is enough to render the whole unpalatable.
Not that anyone’s keeping score.
What’s more, the “rapping at my chamber door”
has found a way to derail
what small momentum I’d mustered
over the course of these past few lives.
off the table then.
I’m not seriously able in any way.
Another day, another dirt nap.
At long last, a crapshoot
we can stake our pride upon!
The tide of recollection
has finally passed my neck;
time to open up my lungs.