oh, how the neg-

ative reciprocals
abound and re-
dound in
of by through
around under and
out of

My Son’s Life,

like the sad
sad story of
His Best olde
ex-friend judas

who went
into the
potter’s field, fit
for a
plotter’s grave

while on the re-
bound My Son
went into
a Potter’s Grave
fit for

the Potter Himself