Dear Beth
I have put aside my peaceful pursuits of arts, letters and natural philosophy and taken up a martial calling. It is a necessity – the times and the climate wars demand it.
In another time and place there were tea and oranges that came all the way from china.
‘Beth takes your hand now
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our, our lady of the harbor
She shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Beth holds the mirror’
The battle requires new tactics and it seems that the times are the making a cowboy.
Best regards
Robert I Ellison