"Elegia Pacis"
Inventor of the Forge, I swear
The Day you forced a breath of air
Across red coals is cursed for all.
For Axe has yielded to the Maul,
And Farmer to the armored Knight.
The Shield and Sword are shining bright
While Rake and Plow are left to rust…
And all our dreams are turned to Dust.
Riddle-Poem 1/25/2026
After the Dog begins to boil,
When Earth is cracked and dry,
I make sure that the thirsty soil
Need not look to the sky.
I’m resurrected without fail
Each year… and that is why
The Keepers of the Crook and Flail
Live on after I die.
Riddle-Poem 1/23/2026
I wield my water, hot and cold,
Against the god of fire, while bold
Swiftfoot performs mass execution.
I’m choked with reddish-brown pollution
For all the death I’m forced to swallow.
I cannot find a course to follow
But I resist the rising tide
By fighting for the Phrygian side.
Riddle-Poem 1/21/2026
I painted, sculpted, engineered,
Dissected, theorized and steered
The course of art toward that of science.
For both are best when in alliance
And in the hands of men like me
Who cultivate diversity
Of talent, expertise and skill
While taking notes with ink and quill.
Riddle-Poem 1/15/2026
With simple mind and open heart
She takes away the better part
Of sustenance that can’t be seen.
But someone needs to cook and clean
So I refuse repose and rest.
We entertain our special guest:
One half-distracted head that stands,
One sitting set of idle hands.
