1/11/13

Sestina - She walked in from the cold her name was Ann

Sestina

She walked in from the cold her name was Ann 
I was a willing fish she was the bait 
In her left hand she held a colander 
I stared at it I must have seemed quite daft 
I've never been a fan of entropy 
My heart was bruised a middle-aged failure 

Ann's search for work had also met failure 
I had a job to offer I told Ann 
Nothing like work to zap our entropy 
And douse all thought of ending up as bait 
My mind was lucid peaceful hardly daft 
I asked her why she had that colander 

She smiled and handed me the colander 
She said it was to save us from failure 
I was amused I said Ann that's quite daft 
But her look seemed to say I'll be your Ann 
And in an instant I swallowed the bait 
And lunged for love to beat back entropy 

Who would not wish to conquer entropy 
I looked at Ann I took her colander 
Suppressing any thought of being bait
Or of repeating any past failure 
I gladly gave what love I had to Ann
No one around me thought me dumb or daft

But now I see that I was well past daft 
And halfway through the gate of entropy 
I lost my last vestige of pride to Ann 
I even came to own a colander 
And when I later wrote of my failure 
I told the world that I was willing bait 

And now it seems we all have become bait 
And no one has a problem being daft
There's solace everywhere to trump failure 
And hardly any thought of entropy 
And when I cook I use my colander 
And hardly ever give a thought to Ann 

No longer bait nor prey to entropy 
Nor seeking symbols in a colander 
Failure is next of kin to entropy 

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