Janus, two-faced, goads us now
his hindsight fixed
upon our failures
Shame
most effective discipline
The medieval Golem
awakens within us
the furs we shed long ago
Now we seek blankets
insulation from harm
insulation from blame
Still Janus conceals his amusement
with our petty quandaries
Blithely plotting
new instruments of deception
Fertile ground
for next year’s crop
