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.

The Untimely Death of a Narrativist