Three fools Again
John Donne, here is a fool too
As none so cool as you
For whining fools' heard-it-all-before
But I know you in your time
Had offered her your rhythm
But our bell once tolled for thee
I sit complaining for you for us
And all who-you know! -we
In constricting exaggerating fuss
Paint by numbers after you,
Learn again how uncool truth is and how true.
For when each of us is covered, dead
Forgiveness is spoken, it is said
To those who were true in their quick day
Undone and coaxed into how to pray
Confessing-oh you know! -Birth, Love, May,
Well the Boy rules, old poets say, o.k.
And I am a fool too to believe it, do believe it-
The singing, tripping, passing, unslighting day
From love to grief, to be to flit;
Completely three fools true
Confessing; singing; imitating you.