The Salt Lick
When the time comes, he will probably
sprinkle just enough pity and proverb
upon our wounds to heal the breathing
rift we choked with myth and fatal exposés.
The antidote for allegory is not truth
but more allegory.
This is what he does—with flourish.
One good deed deserves another
and so we gather around the salt
lick for another night of fable,
poetry, and ballad to heal our souls.