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O' Hades, Never Questioned,
Stop.
Don't whisper in my ear.

Yours is an old man's game
And you know that in time I will be.
In time.
But I am in time.
Don't whisper me out of it.

Stop fussing.
Don't pester.
Don't nudge.
Be patient and don't talk.

We do not converse, you and I.
Yours is a monologue.

I'll sooner speak with your wife.
Hers is a more timely message.
Don't you know? I am twenty-seven.
It is just summer and I am twenty-seven.
In January it is summer,
And I am twenty-seven.
Yes, send me Persephone.
Your wife and I, we will talk.

But you and I do not talk.

Sit-You-Down

He killed himself on Christmas day,
or so it seems, and so they say
He hung himself in the garage
and a tree grew up from the floor.
A tree grew up in a crack in the floor,
and as I pass by the window I

see my face reflected there.

We pass each other like clouds in the sky
not knowing, oblivious.  No where or why.
So much flour and so little bread
for so very many mouths
We are all shattered and dead
mirrors on abandoned sidewalks.
All puddle and weed, so many pieces
I look for you but I

see my face reflected there.

This is what we do at my house
we take in orphans and we pass the beer
We say "don't you DARE ignore the here"
and grab you by the collar.
Sit
You
Down
I will hear no more of your excuses.
Do but look around at each one sitting, and

see my face reflected there.