Remains

Tonight they rise
And televise
A big surprise.
We’ll all have eyes.

Then you will see
How it will be.
Nothing’s free.
This drink’s on me.

So it can be said,
Then put to bed.
Those that you dread
Pollute your dreary head.

Tiger’s tale.
Hiss, scratch, flail.
Deep breath. Exhale.
Now go to jail.

Find your deep, most inner self.
Pull it down from darkened shelf.
No more screaming, strangled elf.
Sovereign solace, savored health

To be transfigured,
Transfixed and jiggered.
Yanked from the bottom
Up through the Autumn.

Wildlife camera can’t explain
This unpolluted cleansing rain,
Pushing bile down the drain.
Washing dread from what remains.


11/20/20