the still of the night.
It is just not fair their brilliance
was first in line or they were more
brilliant than my meager
dreams explore or they had liberty
to cultivate brilliance for surely
agonies did not exist back then,
like the night one of them took
the still of the night. All they needed
were butter knives for cutting pies
arrayed for easy access
and containing every name
of berry and drupe. Bastards. Devils.