Tales of the Red Dog, continued

Three and three makes six

five minus 6 and it is a negative numbre

I got that much

past that. I sort of got lost

I will never forget the day

when i stood at the abyss of mathematics

it was a proof that took up the whole bard

the board was truly full

in the middle was an Epsilon

what the hell does that mean!? 

seriously Bertrand! 

what do you mean by taking 400 pages

to prove 1+1=2?

70 years the calender says

I don't know what it all means

I will never know

i sure hope not anyhow

I can see the flowers on Flanders Fields

I don't have to smell the stench of death

to know man died there

History and time out of mind

you and me and the roll of the dice

yes, i think He does roll dice sometimes with the universe

or is it just us?

rolling our own bones

this existence is what we make of it

I so dearly want to touch as much

as I can reach and then some

there is no tomorrow promised to me

blood, sweat and tears

that is promised to me

this life 

there is no relenting

oh that's silly, yes there is

the rhino boy who saw his mother die at the barrel of a poacher

finds a womankind to lay his head upon until he can sleep again

the communistic socialistic yankee down in mississippi 

finds a song on his banjo to sing

and there in the road

hate is surrounded by a song

and it turns away

is the tree still there?