Scrawled In The Book Of Hospice

I have been called
to the bedside
of a dying dream
with Jeremiah
who was cast
into a soggy well
and with History,
the Director’s shadow
that cannot be driven away

A waltz plays
behind a curtain;
thoughtless dancers
trample little ones
guilty of being gullible
and poor
but this is all a dream
and it is dying

one by one the patrons
cannot pay
soon the band
will fold
and put their instruments
away,
we’ve seen it all before,
now everyone
is gullible and poor.

Those who will prosper stay
to offer gathered sticks and fears,
wild figs
and wait upon the Lord.