I did, mein Herr, <br />stick up two fingers, <br />they had been treated <br />as you had asked <br />by deep immersion <br />into blacked-out crypts. <br /> <br />However, only flies <br />and one fluorescent bumblebee <br />showed any interest <br />in aromatic air. <br /> <br />Well, never mind, I say <br />let trash drift with the winds <br />it may be carried off <br />by friendly ghosts, <br />those cousins to our great <br />and wise Godfather Penderyn. <br /> <br />It's always wise to trust your blood <br />and when we next partake <br />of precious times together, <br />we'll toast our crystal glasses, <br />and know within our hearts <br />that we are living children of <br />a loving, common mother.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-jerry-hughes-2/
