Ask not what. (TR4)

Ask not what

we

Can do for you

But what you can do for us;

I paraphrase.

I am sure no one will mind.

for, the essence is the same.

Like lackadaisical

bumpkin

Wandering

Innocent

Into backwater feud

Between

villagers

And

Tyrants;

Swords drawn

And dramatic music;

There follows ten

minutes

Of carefully choreographed chaos

And

It is over.

Winners and losers

And perhaps

A kidnapped

Beauty.

This is when you stumble into a mess

That isn’t of your making.

The solution

Can only be found within;

What,

If the turbulence is so great,

The lack of insight

And understanding

So profound

That there is no chance of a heroic

Inversion?

Exiled monk

Becomes caught

In a nightmare

That doesn’t approach morning

But falls

Deeper

Into night.