Sunday’s Villanelle

“The Looming Pit”

The Loooming Pit conspires
to shed its contradiction.
Tergiversate, you decriers

you self-declared umpires
of meaningful manuscription.
The Looming Pit conspires

to construct a high post higher
than Hillary’s expedition.
Tergiversate, you decriers

rise beyond the spires
of low and rational composition.
The Looming Pit conspires

to Loom in truth, no more a liar
in big bright yellow diction:
“Tergiversate, you decriers

beware this warning dire:
there’s a pit here. It’s not a fiction.”
The Looming pit conspires.
Tergiversate, you decriers.