Sooth, Sayer? What do you see? What do you
See ahead for me? Must you read my face?
The wrinkles of my fate? Must you see through
Pale grayed-pinks of surviving human race?

Soothsayer? How do you plead? Guilty, or
Not? What’s been sought realizes glamour
Of eternal chatter… Sayer? Ignore
The wizard behind the curtain, make sure

Your words are Truth. Sooth, Seer, soothsayer,
What do you see? Is it the answers I
Crave to Be? Why do life’s questions so pray
On my needs? Seer of truth, where fly

The Past’s breed? Seer of ought and sayer
Of naught, sooth? I see the end of me…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 3/30/04