POEMS

The two gods were alike—One spoke of opulence, plunder, and the Right of KingsOne lamented his forsaken life, and the wretchedness of BeingAsk as you may, and ask you will rightHow were, then, the gods alike?You see—The hand that fed and the hand that tookIt was certain; both were together hookedThe hands, though they stretched indefinitely forth, were still adjoinedTotality and Nullity have always been two fronts of the same coin