Later Works: The Untimely Death of a Narrativist

Ephesians six four give my bondsman

such power to cut these mortal chains

stuck digging like a father’s man

only echoes of such deeds remains

allow me to be once again a child

not fretting nor fighting all those voids

at peace, still, no longer running wild

playing and fixed up bright solenoids

waged and lost betting on an arcade of sin

John Barleycorn my own best customer

discovering the muck still stuck within

only I could drive that drunken dredger

not knotted scripture released from me my baseness

found in that field borrowed from R.S. Thomas.

The Untimely Death of a Narrativist