We phrase our careful arguments


Taking care to make some sense

From metaphor and simile,


The way a simple sonnet form 

Creates from abstract poetry

An inevitable sort of norm,

A literary Q.E.D.,


Stringing up the facts of life

Like so many missing threads,

Humming as it twists the knife 

And hangs the knot above our heads,


Until, with one swift parting hack,

It takes it all completely back.


August 28th, 1998

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