Something awful may
happen tomorrow.
Some terrible thing
may be waiting for
mourning. Think on this:

The car you leave in
never arrives. The
voices you hear are
whispering lies. The
hankie you touch to
your lips fills with blood.

Think of the skull on
the mantle. Ponder
Boethius et al.
Turn Terror away.
Make today quiet,
humorous, and good.

August, l997