those who find ways to strangle their
own hope
are not the kings whose purpose we
must praise
their only journey is down the last
slope
we want nothing to do with their lost
ways
our choice instead is with the
morning blaze
the light that comes before the
flaming sun
the star whose meaning we can never
shun
we pay out many lengths of this rough
rope
and wait for what seem endless sets
of days
it is our task simply to wait and
cope
with all the matters within normal
gaze
we aren't rewarded with any bouquets
nor can we see no matter where we run
the star whose meaning we can never
shun
we are not cleansed with any weight
of soap
nor hampered by the endless laws
delays
if we can't walk our enemies can't
lope
and the wise donkey it is that now
brays
truths that the coming god is he who
slays
all that deny him and what's well
begun
the star whose meaning we can never
shun
we have the choice to abstain or to
tope
stand still or dance in these complex
ballets
be silent or announce the modern
trope
knowing that the one who speaks first
betrays
all that he is and these are no
clichés
so much is said but nothing has been
done
the star whose meaning we can never shun