Everytime, says Jack o the Jack Tales,

the old King of Transalachia dies

they call all of the Princes n Warrior Princesses

from all of the counties of Transalachia together

who gather and bellow and howl and mourn and drink

and pose and speechify

and have drunken fistfights

in front of the open coffin

for three days and 3 nights

And then on the 4th morning

they send up a little smoke signal

and get themselves a new King from out among’st em

once the bankers have decided

who’s the biggest, loudest, sneaky-meanest

most popular fool

Then all the rest of the Princes n Warrior Princesses

go back to their principalities

to keep track of their parts

of the on-time, non-union, tax-rebates, slag-heaps, n etc. crop

and everything goes back to normal

the people get on with their root hog or die

n come fall

the youngest Princes n Princesses

go on back to Yale and Wharton

Vandy or U. K.

n such as that—

n it’s just like the feller says

up there at the coronation

as he puts the crown on the head—

“Looky Here!—

Hokey Pocus, You All!!!!”

...And it sure as beat hell is, says Jack

or, I don’t understand it at all...

And I don’t

David Earl Williams has been his alias since birth and he's not changing it. To be sure, you'd have to ask his mother and grandmothers to know the truth. But you can't ask them---  they're sleeping now with the Hopewell and Adena who want their land back from the Cherokee and the Shawnee once they've head-tripped it back from the, mostly, but not exclusively, European rejects who are sitting on it now.  All that can be said about the alias for sure is that that it's a little like Mike Fink, King of the River Pirates--- it's fluid--- half water snake, half beaver, half bear, half alligator, half Blevins, half Fyffe, maybe, half Williams, maybe a little bit McCoy, (yes, those McCoys...  and Bad John Phillips), if you can believe the 3rd cousins twice removed---  and probably, you can't...) Anyway, his I. D. is just  like everybody else's--- it's being made up daily, cut like a suit to fit the dummy wearing it---or at least it is   until somebody cries bullshit--- that doesn't belong to you, you narcissist !---  and makes it stick.--- But until then, David Earl Williams,  he's just like you, Dear Reader---  he's one of a kind, and a representative of millions and the vessel of all their grievances and glory.