Like a lot of men,
too many men,
Barker Ajax didn’t know
just what to do.
Like few men,
too few men,
he knew
he knew
he didn’t know.
Didn’t know.
Had no way of knowing.
What to do
with the knowledge
of your ignorance.
That is the question.
Is it not?
Or no.
You can’t say, can you?
You can’t say.
You can’t.
Entice me, bitch.
