The Wolf of The Rose Wing

I am saying goodbye to Lara Roozemond as my muse. Her poems have been a deep inspiration .

My dear Champion. They are going to butcher the new Bond movie, and, Amazon is going to milk Tolkien’s Heros, like a poisoned toad. They will rake in billions, not counting the tinker-toy plastic suprizes they market, that will end up in our seas.

The first hippies adopted the Hobbits, and modeled our lives around them. We did this to save the ecology. Now a Great Liar is in his Tower vaporizing The Truth, in Molten Lies. We need a Ring Bearer! We are not too long for the world. This is not a movie, or a video game. It is poetry. Poetry speaks the language of love. Love is the truth! I know, you know, who you are!

Run, Lara! Run! Belgium will save France! Run with our wolves! Attack!

Jon