Ode to Spab

The bitternes of him leaving is less bitter than life without him.

The days, now, are hushed and and made still when he was silenced.

Only the echo in your memory repeats his words,but not his voice.

Once I heard him say:"go forth in your longing to the fields,and sit by the lilies,and you shall hear them humming in the sun.

They weave not cloth for a garment,nor do they raise the wood or stone for shelter;yet they sing .

He can not sing,nor weave,nor raise wood,nor care but for your wallet.

Remeber Spab :" A thief is a man in need,a liar is a man in fear;the hunter who is hunted by the watchman of your night is also hunted by the watchman of his own dark.

Pity him,but do follow him no more,I would have you pity him.

You,Spab, write down his name and the sins he committed so he may escape in shame into the streets.

Be sure footed for your next encounter with love,your love,given free and with the right pure of heart this time to receive what is rightfully yours.