A Name Is Real and Will Not Fall

March is the one month
With Ides of its own,
With beasts to lead in
And beasts to lead out,
The one month that’s March.

When you tell a tale,
The strength lies in ways
You get folks to hope
Or fear for your folks.
Who could fear for months?

Who could hope for March?
All things long for all
Things, but just a bit.
Big things long for small
More than small pull large.

And which kind of thing
Is March in this world?
It’s a no thing, name,
Like us, like these lines.
March has no mass, pulls

Not at all, yet is.
And now you know why
March is one. In all
The night, names, just names
Have no, feel no pull.