and the Yellowed Man
slowly, deliberatly, with gravitas and soul weariness
upon my steps
he looked upon me with yellow ivory eyes and did say
"Son, I've been a slave to my heart all my life.
and slaved I did till I bled and rot
and I'd do it again
oh yes I'd do it again
there is no sweeter tyrant than the heart
no more perfect jailer.
Son be careful in all you desire"
"As if that would change a thing."
The Yellowed Man drooped his head
as if meditating on that
and his eyes did close
and a tired man
found some peace
on my steps