“Knave”
Monday, June 14th, 2004Here’s the second of the two poems written that night at Sam’s Club (see my 6/11 post)
Knave
Comest, thou knave, to this unbidden place?
Fear wafts from your soul; face hung in disgrace.
Fleest thou something your heart can’t embrace?
Lack you, too, courage oft exempt in this race?
Travel thou here some lost shame to requite?
Masking ill presence by [...]