Sonnet 39
by Ken HarnischAdmonish me tonight; it wont matter
In the scheme of things. We are as dried dust
To each other now, and who is shattered
More at this unseen turn is debate we must
Have within some quiet place at some time
In the future when our hearts are not scorched
With anger and righteous wrath. Since were right
About the fire, but not which one torched
The house, we could quarrel for ages long
And still come to those conclusions which
Might satisfy some black need for revenge
But never a truth which would cause a switch
In the moral matches we burned in the end
Trying to claim ourselves for martyrs
We were not saints; I just hope were smarter
09/07/2001