Later Works: The Untimely Death of a Narrativist
Everything to be done, too much to do
An artifice of modernity beyond the pale
Stirred chronic electronic sonnet stew
Rarely have you seen this person fail
These shades of greatness I must bear,
Like stillness on the shoulder of Setanta
Wind and wingless logic will impair
Not these stories giving me my mantra.
Fix, flash or fool around with foreign tsars
opposing sciences fond farewell decay
lying vertical and horizontal in bars
shallow draughts won’t save this day
Wordy slavish love within withered moral realm
Default ephemeral journeys, sin taxed sails or helm.