Table Quiz

The questions come out neatly one by one.
Son, each one has an answer that’s precise;
No room for thinking here as, like a gun,
The mind fires out the answers. Here a voice
Whispers loud its knowledge like a boast,
All that can be known for certain’s here:
There are winners, there are losers as we toast
A world where each question’s answered clear,
A world where simplicity prevails.
Outside this circle nothing’s answered thus,
This futile show of certainty that fails
Every decent question asked of us.
So spit out all the answers while you can
Before the questions come that make a man.

Gabriel Fitzmaurice

Infinite Void, Raul Mendoza