All the King's Horses

The Stranger brings fear without
                               Feeling
                                       Black and slick and tarry- shining against the white of slab
And words without
                               Meaning
                                       Black and slick and tarry- shining agains the white of slab
     We want honesty, but in reality
                                   We want the finite
 For the infinite knows no bounds
           And in chaos, we fall
     Dear Byron White,
                                   You did not swing at the dragon
now you may sleep safe at night.
     The walls you cry
             Yet you do not move them nor take them down
When you crash
                                       Lawd God, hit’s a-nudder one done done hit
Life is ripe so they say
                             Orr
         is it something else nowaday?
                          Accident or not
you fall
                    Through tricks or truth
you fall
     There is always dirt as long as you dig deep enough for it
           Be careful what you find, some things are best left buried
   return to thy bone cave
sit on your gold
                           1 shot, 4 shots, does it really matter,
if I don't cry at my mother's funeral and then hook up right after?
     Oh Monster, My Monster! Blood hath been spilt
                                   Oh Grendel, My Grendel!
                 Who had a great fall
           my only wish
So may you all