Through the eyes of a poet one sees;
the mystacy,
the retrebution,
the prosecution,
the alienation,
and the reconciliation.
As the poet stares into the face of death the poet finds beauthy and stealth
the poet finds awe and grandeaur
and finds himself to be less mature.
As ages past creep into his mind
a story for each isn't far behind.
The poet sees the bravery and the pagentry.
But worst yet, the poet sees,
the reality...
February 12, 1990