Rose Bestows a Gift

He wears it under his shirt,

the amulet—like all would-be

has-been heroes—like Lancelot

himself, a tortured soul within

blind-bright armor. Anointed

as a boy, the hope of his people

against tales of oppression (fair

maidens ravished or dragons

in the courtyard): beauty/hatred

might/right. A limp story but

you’ll have it. To begin, go back

to his Jonathan. The sister

is merely bitter, bent

on revenge.