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Medieval Tavern*
by Benjamin Berson (Israel)
Fatigued by a long day’s harvesting,
they encircle the storyteller
in a half-darkened sphere.
He passes down to them
whence they have come,
what their lives signify.
Bursts of laughter
engulf their reaffirmed existence
when a boy’s query spins off –
Is that all there is to it
in the scheme of things?
I am just a storyteller, ain’t I?
That said, the question,
It seems,
has been posed
by life itself.
The one who endeavors to find its meaning
would be slated for persecution and doom.
Observing the change of seasons,
the passage of clouds,
the ebb and surge of seas,
are what drive us forever.
*Inspired by The Integrity of the Personality, by Anthony Storr
they encircle the storyteller
in a half-darkened sphere.
He passes down to them
whence they have come,
what their lives signify.
Bursts of laughter
engulf their reaffirmed existence
when a boy’s query spins off –
Is that all there is to it
in the scheme of things?
I am just a storyteller, ain’t I?
That said, the question,
It seems,
has been posed
by life itself.
The one who endeavors to find its meaning
would be slated for persecution and doom.
Observing the change of seasons,
the passage of clouds,
the ebb and surge of seas,
are what drive us forever.
*Inspired by The Integrity of the Personality, by Anthony Storr
