this time i heard the laughter in the yelling

there were these men
and seperate fog.
they probably saw it.
i think of how a new beast supplants the painful memory of the old.

The Rascal and The Bandit.

The vapor as a geiser from his lungs.
like the suddenly halted old yeller.
but right there in town, he said.

the folks never even knew how they were damaged.
In their forward motion, they became oblivious, somehow.

Which is more commendable?
The lazy soldier
or
the apathetic citizen?

And how should I test my hypothesis.
No flashlight is worth that, no matter how bright.

but still, I am held alert by the beam of light.

Also, he called today,
who cannot comment on laziness or apathy.
and added a credit to an almost nominal account.
and the rope bridge may have swayed but held its head up.

Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see;
Hail, th'incarnate Deity:
Pleased, as man, with men to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel!