Along Finnegan's Way And A Tribute To Kafka Poem by Zachary Zuccaro

Along Finnegan's Way

We hoot and holler
along Finnegan's way
scaling the summit
of lunfken and krumit.

What will we find
when we reach the zithern.
The plunkety denial
of subversion of language
the inadvertent confession
of ignorance.

Even now master Finnegan
shakes his lonely head.
Nostrof bellowkof! he proclaims loudly
but no one listens.

In resignation
the beseacher of krimlof
sits and watches the brook.

There is nothing else
that can be done.




Tribute to Kafka

Who am I? asked K.

The crowds jeered,
You are our dream,
nothing more than the contemplation of reality.

In that case, replied K.
I might as well make myself comfortable.
Do you need a land surveyor by chance?

Perhaps after your trial;
we normally do not allow
infestations of insects
within the castle.

I see, mused K.
and he slept in the hay.