By what light then do they see?

A beautiful world come tumbling down in song,

released from obligation though not free to act

How to know:

Take one step back

look left to find

a coin on a pilaster

reflecting history

but not much light

Now isn't that better than singing?

Isn't that better than a trip to the bank?

Who's to say the birds don't know

that old word haruspicate,

to offer up one's guts for news

filtered down through stars

Golden girl, he says

meaning the slant of the sun,

where are you running?

Eh?

Quo vadis?