1996. The Panther Cycles and a poem about how we should take pride in the authorship of our own lives and loves.
we pride ourselves on our creations.
and yet, our greatest work lays
obscured by all our work-room
clutter emotions. sawdust and
that lost hammer, thrown in a
corner, not out of disrespect,
but haste and auteur's passion.
this script is grander than any comedy.
this poem is sweeter than any cycle.
this evocation advertises the best
in woman and in man, better than any
brochure or slogan. we are the art
and will be judged one day in
the eyes and minds and hearts
of those who descend from our
actions and our fleshes, based
on our pride of authorship.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.