A Scholar’s Passion
The historian
flits between massacres, a fickle lover –
one minute hustled by an old chronicler
into congress with Fortune the Strumpet, still reeking
of battle, of armies mingling desperately at the junctures of continents –
and the next minute,
gently opening up the quivering
pages of an untouched little war that is
ready to bleed for him,
and leaving the old
series of deaths
musky with carnality and
time.