Voices on the Wind Comical Voices
“Exeunt, Devils” by Kathryn Jacobs My life is like a suitcase mostly packed (insert a ripe vacation). So much left; This has to fit in somewhere, even if the visit to the grandkids won't. And while I'd like to make the world a better place, the poem I'm promised-to takes precedence – no room for guilt, I'm sorry (rummaging). And definitely no committees (toss); I'm only so compactable – which means I need a bigger suitcase. Which is why I can't help thinking Faust was mostly right (except about the souls and afterlife), because I'll never see the pyramids without those extra decades, and right now I'd trade – you wouldn't sucker for a soul, but would you take a grandchild? –