Behold , I send you out as lambs among wolves

As Hemingways in Spain
Zane Greys among the sharks

To the places I cannot go . . . go .
You are the elders of Sinai chosen
with lingering doubts

Judas looked into the purse to see his Earthly worth and found he sold his soul cheap

Then we are the wedge to the doors
The thinnest egde of separation

The fields of opportunity glisten
only asking who is there among you willing ?

The Dylan Thomas days of rage
are wasted on the Eliots of the Wasteland

No one now fears the Ghost Riders
The Conquistadors have all drowned in the gold of others