Death Tax, Michael Thomas

Death Tax

by Michael Thomas

I wonder if there were lawyers in the room Where Melchizedek died. We’ll never know, of course, Under whose jurisdiction his Pentateuch Was divided among the next of kin. Of all his law we have only the letter, Of his lineage, only a parable, Jagged as the Gospel’s four faces.

In the same manner, I am in that room. I am a parable From whom the Death Tax Has already been taken.

IV. The Absolute

“Knowledge of the world means dissolving into the solidity of the world.” - Italo Calvino