once I was younger and cut a broader stroke
but the years wait insidious against these attacks
and now I've come groveling back.
I came from their service
to slay the dragon of philosophy -
how came I here then?
Here, where the shutters swing vacant
against the midnight blackness
and I'm starting to become somebody by default.
gallagher
02-29-77
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —