So inescapable, escape makes you a prisoner.
So intractable, even drugs and drink
Harden its position.
Such finality, even giving it a God
Is an afterthought to nothing.
Fate’s cruelest trick is not to end life
But to people it with ghosts.
Fate
Sun Halo on the Ides of March, 2008
Was is it an allegory of divine providence?
Or error of reification? At best, an appeal to probability.
It would take Plutarch and Shakespeare
Together to create so parallel a stage,
A theater with as many clouds and beams,
A shoreline for such drama and articulation,
Everything convergent on our arrival,
The return of art to life from art in life,
Doomed ice on shattered waters,
The vivid sun halo and vast light,
Sun dogs and rainbow zenith arcs,
It obscured both history and tragedy.