Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, December 22, 2016

THE CHARLATAN

My liniments and my nostrums can’t cure you.
The commedia dell'arte in my dog and pony show
are all a masquerade. The what 
in what I’m selling has no why. 
That’s what’s missing: the why, 
the raison d'etre. Without it all my actions 
are charade and chicanery. Without it
there’s no trust. And without trust 
the tincture has no tonic.

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