I present for your consideration shrewdness as the
virtue most needed as Lady Liberty flickers – such
shrewdness as that preached by the Virgin’s son.
We well know that evil that must be dragged into midday
sun so the searing heat of truth can cook away all but bones.
Yet what we’ve to contend with now is an opposite but equal
force that craves the light of attention, to be perched on the tip of
everyone’s tongue, mad to be the life of our broken parties.
To simply close our eyes is sin. We must even sleep with one open.
But perhaps there’s a way to fast this other evil, like our ginghamed
grandmothers believed in starving a fever: The infection must not be fed.
True, care must be taken or we’ll damage the body, but there’s
at least a chance we can recover if we give shrewdness a shot.
Refusing to feed this beast will require cunning most sheep find
foreign. But I propose its high time we learn to lard our lives
with such innocent ferocity, for the darkness compounds.