It isn’t Armageddon. So? So What?
The lilacs blooming in the Spring are worse.
Remember Eliot’s disdain, disgust
about them growing when the land is dead?
Forget about the lilacs. Anyway
it’s not about the lilacs. They are just
a metaphor, a blazing semaphore
at sea. I know I’m mixing metaphors.
That’s not the point. The point is it’s about
the . . . . Now you’ve got me all confused again.
It isn’t Armageddon. Yes, I know
it’s been already said. Don’t interrupt.
It isn’t Armageddon. It’s about. . . .
I don’t care that you think that it’s about.
It isn’t what you think. That isn’t it
at all. That really isn’t it at all.
Just let me finish. Would you, just for once?