There’s the tale and there’s the facts
and there’s the mitigating factor.
Wherever there’s a rabbit there
is bound to be a raptor. There’s

the dawn and there’s the pause and then
there is the nervous laughter.
There’s the curtain, there’s the show
and there’s the act and there’s the actor.

There’s the hymn that changes everything
and then there is the clatter.
There’s the service, there’s the sorrow
there’s the urn and there’s the scatter.

There’s the spirit, there’s the soul,
there’s the grief, and there’s the matter.

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This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 35 Number 1, on page 61
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