Who's The Fool?
A Tale of Three A clown, a crone, a scribe One seeking consent another a coronation the third a rewriting of a dark future. The Clown and the Crone engage in battle royal each creating new ways to cheat the Scribe counted coup. The Clown laughed as he stirred the pot a witches brew an evil stew nothing new. The Crone crowed my turn, mine texted hexes denied accusations as crones would do. The Scribe smiled pointing out the truth a bird landed on the speech upon the podium. The crowd was not appeased they wanted blood they cowered when the Crone cackled You must follow me. To the cliff they went The Clown flipping somersaults The scribe numbling no, no, no The Crone yelling I am your savior. Who's the fool? J. Binford-Bell July 2016