Can a back door open,
when the front door shuts
Can truth escape,
when death interrupts
Can an exit be made,
main entrance denied
Can tomorrow live on,
—once the present has died
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Princes In Their Rooks
Are you a Poet or tactician,
or “A Rose By Any Other Name…”
Are your words stained with patina,
some would scrub and some would blame
Is your Kingly ode too rough for some,
finding safety in their books
Is your verse uncut with edges sharp,
—all Princes in their rooks
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Is Death The Price
Is death the price of truth
“The light shines brightest
that shines at the end”
Is death the price of truth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)