GENTLE MAN, THE

Revelations

41 Revelations You don’t know how— It’s never been explained; There’s a process here, somewhere, But it would probably take Page after dusty page From the Book of Revelations And a century’s passage To teach it to you now. Still, you ask the man on the street Where he learned his trade— Was there a step he took— A pattern or plan he made— Or did it all simply Fall into place when he ate An orange on a hot day And saw the sun turn blue. Thoughts and more thoughts Continue to plague you. You find it difficult to sleep, Fearing the moon will reach down And grab you by the lapel, Begging you to tell her What the hell is the story And why don’t you write it out? You believe life may end In the company of misfits, Men much like yourself, Who will take their last breath When air becomes a saleable item; By then, any lesson gained Arrives moments too late— Death, a welcome smile. ...