down to the woods

to honour the monster will not suffice
to keep it at bay nor will it persuade
the creature to retire it gives no aid
to those who think of it as meek and nice
that's what gives each moment spice
though in the end all of us turn a spade
and bury our old memories in the shade
we want the fire and end up in the ice
no more of this but we will have it said
our own false measures will make the point
not enough to make the tremors die
but far enough to make us loathe the dead
to wonder who'd have the gall to anoint
the ones who will not ever hate the lie