Later Works: The Untimely Death of a Narrativist
You are the one who raised my begging bowl
Filling it full with fish and fowl
a meal of meaning to behold
for one who had thrown in the towel.
the moleskin pinchers singing highs
notes in their muckshifting game
I will abide and enjoy these cries
brought beyond my sight to flame
wet dreams of a famous rood
washed and spotless to betray
simple songs not simply crude
a gift of choice for a last hooray
no black cat under ladders unlucky night
could bring such good luck out in to the bright.