TELL HIM
Tell him son of man
That nectars and ambrosia will not avail him
From the mortality he hold


Tell him fellow lifers
that pool of Bethesda
Will not cure his disease
If fall sick

Tell him that
death head will not seek his flee
When the time comes

If you tell him that and he listens
Good
And if does not listen tell him that
Better is the dinner of herbs where love is than a stalled ox
And hatred is there with.

If he listens
Good
If he does not
tell him nothing in knowledge is better than experience
And leave him to his fortune
That carries the fire of perpetual anor