There was fortune in the failures.

Except few would stick around.

To sit and take their talking to.

From the elders ground and pound.

There was wisdom in the put downs.

But the weak had gotten soft.

No more bitter medicines.

No gloved fingers while they coughed.

No one knew the outcome.

Where this could ever go.

Screamed the wise one from the mountain.

“It’s best that you don’t know!”