Book Three

The Mission

Marionettes dance afield

beneath masterly hands—

I stumble among them

crossed by the strings

in tangled two-step

and curse all these fools

in their mad pirouette—

I shall not live as they do

oh, no, leave me in my

circled dance—

these unbidden

twitchings you see

I swear on Hood’s Grave

is artistry in motion

SAYINGS OF THE FOOL
THENY BULE (B?)