Noblety Does
or Martin's Approach
because you couldn’t run
the lightning kept progressing
the horse’s knees did nock
but beasts they’re ne’er same burdened
not with the matched sad nightmares
of all which haunts the thought of man
for even light which bursts around
is fearing a thing itself
and yet you cracked that wooden eye
with pen in hand and stapled paste
thugging where you could not rest
to grab for months of life
they say you cried
or were not able
to sing some words with stable brain
for wet were cloths
where courage bounds
and all you sweat was shame
and so in stealth of bravest night
you charged the wall where fingers dare
and asked your questions
with veins of lead
and waited for metal to fall
and now through pages
they hail your might
as if you were not terrorized
since honor bloats on heaped up waves
they named great things your sound
I tipped a hat a time or so
to think what it took to write and rain
to hide in covers uncloaked that way
to dive from all you knew
but some will say you saw it all
in far advance how you’d survive
with less in doubt than oracle
you chased that fame faux-blindly
but either way your worthship grew
as well along your heady paths
and all those winds which climbed your stair
and dashed at you all the while
you hated folk you once bled for
you bled with some who drank at sin
your shoved proud pillows down your throat
and played at eking away
I know you well
indeed old friend
just born at times less noble
though you would say popcock to all
noble is as noblety does

