It was nearer the third act of this one cap’s life that I overheard him in his back courtyard
discoursing thusly, “Entombed, entombed is what I am…I am not yet dead,
yet I am
entombed in Me.”
Gods were the first celebrities,
and history the original National Inquirer.
For those of you who may begin to think “you’ve seen it all,” put your cerebral molars
to this one: “I know of a planet where they have roll call first thing every morning, and
if you’re marked down as absent you can’t answer when your name is called.”
A man with no axe to grind
is a man with no axe.
The description of a thing is one of its several states.