well, my precious little go-between
think you will bring me good news?
If bad let it be a one quick dart of fire,
so I die in my own pyre, a sweet odor
for whoever your god be.
i’d rather read in every diaphanous fold
the good news my loins crave
you sweet little mercurial nymph!
so what shall it be this time-
good or bad?
benny
