The Song of the Vineyard
However good the convener's intentions,
A grave will crash a party
To deliberately and perversely
Hasten its end,
The convener will cede control,
Either stoking the fires of pride
Or retreating to a hole;
And what the prophet said
About a grave and its appetite,
That there is no limit to the ability
Of the grave to satisfy its cravings,
Will be proved to be manifestly right.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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