lift a thimble full of ashes to your forehead and drink the bitter gall lest we forget let your circle-running mind hit smack flat the wall of its mendicant understanding lest we forget then shudder to remember that not out of nowhere but from some place even darker arrived the infernal answer lest we forget thin opaque puddles often cover over abysses of the heart lest we forget that in Love’s Gospel hatred gives its mite to the Temple only then to covet its destruction lest we forget the Exodus is ongoing lest we forget justice is up-hilling lest we forget there’s something greater here than Solomon that demands our most nauseous respect.