"I saw a bloated body as it tool'd
downstream - 'twas a man festooned with jewels!"
"How long ago? Maybe I can catch him?"
[Dives in] this mate, a man who was quite dim.
"April Fools', my friend, April Fools'!"
the columns stand crooked but strong,
hewn with scenes – right & wrong –
by gods and monsters long forgotten —
some loving & some rotten —
each dancing into its swan song
I’ve ridden the rails
spooked by horn wails,
yet still rode.
I’ve hiked hills and dales
caught in rains and gales,
but still strode.
I’ve watched wind fill sails,
holding pail to bail —
will still flowed.