try the epilogue

Well a lot more went on
after that night – imagine
it did and since what I’ve related
to you as we’ve gathered around
this cozy cabin’s crackling potbelly

is taken maybe
not verbatim-verbatim
from the remnants of the diary,
the very fact that a hand
holding scissors made sure

our generation couldn’t know
too many more details –
peculate. Yeah I reckon
we could speculate.
What else is there but

speculation? Speculate
or get out and try to make
a dent in that mountainous
pile of firewood.
Hauled to a house built

for madness? Wondered on that.
Became suspicious of it.
Finally crossed it off.
Well because like he said, they abhorred
men who did not care about agendas.


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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