AN 'ELEGY' FOR IRONY

                    


    Sharp trickster,
        how we loved to watch you tie
            our muddled minds into a knotted maze.
    Your jests and jokes
        did twist each question,
             "Why?"
        till heart and head
            were drugged in deadly daze.
    Wise cynic,
        never have you had such praise
            for tense distortion,
            farce and helplessness.
        With hope abandoned,
            darkest night betrays
                 "dead" land,
                 "dead" minds and only Death to bless.

    And yet in spite of Lethe,
        I must confess my heart still beats
            and wiser have I grown,   
                for,
         while I have no spirit left to guess,
            I know the constants
                even you have known.
        And so if queer queens love
            and scapegoats die
        Won't spring reveal the truth
                of every 'lie'?

Reviews

[The Autumn Faerie]

I like irony.
It's nifty.
Very.

I like this piece, though, too.
It's unique.