In the Abyss

In the abyss, beneath corral green.

Like Sisyphus, but it rolls downstream.

As fates connive and unwind their spools,

Dreamers dance–they are dancing fools.

Bowie sent Ziggy towards the Moon,

As the pastor King marched to certain doom,

When Marilyn kissed the chosen son,

They told us then that the war was won.

They say words are the answers,

But then too words—are the lie!

Spread they do like maligned cancers,

Still, we hesitate to bat an eye.

I scoop my nails in that money pot.

To eat, to breathe, to live, to try.

When it feels like all turns to rot,

I am reminded that big boys don’t cry.

Such wisdom though, it seems not so wise.

For the world revolves and spins its loom,

As Revolutions are born and fall too soon,

And all our dreams to dust subside.

As tears rolled down the snared drum beat.

The emotions swelled as they rose in me.

A Song of Achilles, a song of defeat,

Beyond the abyss, there’s more I see.

In the Abyss, beneath corral green,

Like a starman, but it remains unseen.

As fates connive and unwind their spools,

We dance a dance, but are we fools?