Krewe of Fools
The Krewe of Panacea and Placebo plans
to leave the lab this year. It’s a fool’s errand.
However, millennia of sober study have taken
their toll on scientific virginity. Sin has
reared its fangs with an ethical conundrum:
Is it more wrong to hold out candy-red hope
or to hold in abeyance an untried miracle?
With a brass of cornets and bones, from
a vintage ambulance done up in rainbows,
Chinese dragons, fierce kittens, placards
with longer lists of dire possibilities than
twenty TV drugs; in weeds, masked with
the face of the one sure and permanent
cure, they’ll make their throws to naked
drunks and dying mortals, alike.
Reveler or seeker: wear your strings
of blessings, hang them from the rear view
mirror, or take one a day, not missing
a dose–the Krewe will never know
what you do. It’s a blind drunk study–