some things must be remembered, we think,
carefully, hoarded, cost no object
priceless stones stolen from a troll's cave
hoarded against time
old age or future coatings of bitterness
-- still the trolls will return,
one way or another,
their thick fingers breaking apart the emeralds,
disentangling the very configurations,
and scattering the dust to the winds of chaos.

J. Horne