It means one thing with work something else with age and so on through all its catenations. The windows close at post time. The bets are irrevocable. The blight of losses has become too much to bear. But this is America. Everything is on the block. Like the prison yard, it’s all about territory, everyone wants to be the Rooster. The narrative’s theme is haphazard but there are the Favored who give it a direction. They draw lines precise as glass cutters, though the line between acquittal and absolution is not always straight, and God’s own time leaves us guessing to the end.
14 Tuesday May 2013
love that last stanza…alleviates some of the existential despair.
Ronald E. Shields said:
I am glad the last stanza works to lift the pall at least somewhat. I don’t think of myself as a despairing type, but every now and then…