When the guile of man is fullest,
he paints a tear on the moon
and hands the child a pistol.
"Here," he says, "here is what
we've taught you all along."
"This," he says, "this is ambition."
The lullaby your war-cry,
take the fancies as your troth,
what is owed you in this life.
The boy, told since infancy
to assume the universe
as his sand-lot, aims at heights
lowered for his convenience,
unperturbed by the long cracking
pause before the flash.
Author notes
"Tomfoolery", if you couldn't guess.
The picture is "Papermoon 25" on stevechasmar's flickr:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/opiummuseum/2480585432/in/set-72157606863890303/
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Very clever!
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