To Hell Or Barbados Poem

Wither goest thou, Jim?
Wither goest thou in the pale September light?
Leaves burnished by the Indian sun
Fall in time with your flagstoned steps.

Wither goest thou?
To hell or Barbados, Jim!
It is in your blood to be displaced
And find your self anew in a foreign place
Redlegged beneath starless skies.

May Vulturnus and Venus be your guides.

Goest, Jim!
Goest thou into the pale September light!
Should you find your ruin there so be it.
But don’t let your ruin find you here
Naked in the streetlight night.

It would be my ruin too.