At the Mountains of Badness

This space has been traversed for nearly four months by Jared Kushner, whom I first met about 18 months ago, when he introduced himself after a foreign policy lecture I had given.

-Henry Kissinger

About suffering they were never right,

The Old Ones: how little they understood of fear,

An old man at the mountain when a god draws near

Still mostly pines for a restaurant that’s bright

Enough to read the menu, still delights

That the soup is hot, the winter roads kept clear.

Worshipful terror is for the young, the shear

Effort overwhelms. There was one night

Quite recently when I, arising from

My sleeping soil called the car and went

To a cocktail party where I met the son-in-law

Of our most recent deity; he seemed

All right. I did not find it evident

That he was yet prepared for Saturn’s maw.

He smiled pleasantly and blankly beamed.