The Watchtower Dialogue

THE WATCHTOWER DIALOGUE

The Joker speaks of thieves
The Thief speaks of jokers
Then suggests
They not talk falsely

Meanwhile the apocalypse
Awaits in the wings
And one may discern
(Sub voce)
The Trump of doom

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on January 12, 2017, in Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 17 Comments.

  1. Outside in the cold distance…’ Act 2 [curtains open on wildcat GROWL…]

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  2. may the house
    of cards
    not win
    this time 🙂

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  3. We hold our breath…what is left of it.

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    • I am sure you will know this fable.

      “There is an Eastern fable, told long ago, of a traveller overtaken on a plain by an enraged beast. Escaping from the beast he gets into a dry well, but sees at the bottom of the well a dragon that has opened its jaws to swallow him. And the unfortunate man, not daring to climb out lest he should be destroyed by the enraged beast, and not daring to leap to the bottom of the well lest he should be eaten by the dragon, seizes s twig growing in a crack in the well and clings to it. His hands are growing weaker and he feels he will soon have to resign himself to the destruction that awaits him above or below, but still he clings on. Then he sees that two mice, a black one and a white one, go regularly round and round the stem of the twig to which he is clinging and gnaw at it. And soon the twig itself will snap and he will fall into the dragon’s jaws. The traveller sees this and knows that he will inevitably perish; but while still hanging he looks around, sees some drops of honey on the leaves of the twig, reaches them with his tongue and licks them.”

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  4. I feel a conspiracy of God and nature taking place…

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