When all is said
some word remains,
hanging smartly, hanging loose.
When all is done,
some deed compels
to scratch afresh, to find new root.
They’ve mocked enough the pale surmise,
they’ve overcooked that sweet surprise.
They’ve rattled, counted beans of their trade.
They’ve filed all corners and watered down juice.
It’s all here.
To fill with your meaning,
Take on your colours,
Succumb to your fears.