Saturday, January 11, 2014

Limits of Honor

Regulus, what were your thoughts
as you stood in that narrow box,
the points of a thousand nails
pricking your skin when you relaxed
your stance? You, who lived
with ultimate civility, did your spirit
weaken? Did you second guess
your honor in that last hour as
your life flashed across the celluloid
of your sleep-deprived eyes?
Augustine leaves you to be a foil
in his debate. But you were a lost pilgrim
who may never have known
what the gods could not tell you.
You leave us to wonder 
whether the questions of a lost soul
could be broached by Transcendence.

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