Roman

Jabberwocky Ethic

Spent too long in Wonderland
thought murder was good
that s'tale of Jabberwock
death of life in woods

Fated to the penny sword
under heavy palms
sweaty nether nether words
flaming books of psalms

Forge a way to bees, my son
all your life's a hive
'til that sting and sting you've won
not a day you'll thrive

For the victor eats the spoils
tallest fame and glass
broken under burning soils
the Jabberwock has passed