And, lo, I saw a

rat with the head of a bald 

eagle stealing all

We played Hearts all day

and at night we drank and toyed  

with each other's hearts 

The final harvest 

has come and what remains has

been torn by the roots  

A soliloquy 

to solitude was hamstrung 

by the roaring crowds 

A corpse revived by

a party full of fun fueled 

by drinks and dancing 

Rabbit, rabbit, said 

the rambling man as he sat 

on a rock, smiling 

The veil so thin now

allows a peek beyond God's 

acre into night