The esoterica of language, line,
symbol, sign--what do they mean,

really? Do they weep, smile,
genuflect, beguile with crusade, the zeal

of fending-off of reason? Joust,
deflect, disengage the battlements of us?

Olde English, Latin, ancestral
family oaks, collide in clangor all

we thought we knew of castle,
liege, and banner--shield of bold

confrontation, claim of regency of right
against inheritance of wrong we thought

enscripted in Magna Carta Bible
Testament. We scramble to the impenetrable

and its moat. We ladder arrow flights.
We are the knights of knighten knights*

*a take-off of Lorca's untranslatable "noche noche nochera""