Who is that

That can sway the seas

Open up

Opportunities

Given graces from descendants

The money talks and walks

Where there once was hope

Is now lost

Fall over a broken note

All over the embers of hope

Into the ashes of a once known fire

Where put the remains

Of a disruptive liar

When the Cherry blossoms bloom

Up into the sky around the capital

A new season sets upon

Weary souls

Holding hope for the priority

Capital

To push through the papers

And represent the people

From whom they are selected

And they owe all

Without them

They never would have been elected

Zero

Gone

Done

Finished

Sold Out

Depleted

Purchased

Denied

Refused

Destroyed

Futile

Departed

Final

From the bed

To the kitchen

Coffee hand ground

Through the waterfalls

Into a cup bound

Freshly filling the edges

With a glass of refreshment

A morning migration

To day

From sleep

Why did you do it

To save a dollar

To print another penny

Way up in a high rise

While real people lose

Their lives

Hoping for a miracle

When all of this was preventable

Lone sensors

Lone people to

Blame

Remember wing

Of the western end

Waking up in the morning

Already ahead

A new morning

A new day

Hold the phone

Hold the plate

Concessions made

Point given

Hands held up

Questions risen

Into the evening

Interrogations

Making false claims

Of the words

For a sensation

The story of the biggest story

Larger than the eyes can see

Longer than the mind can imagine

Between the dreams

And the dragons

Where the boys turn into me

When the words slip into letters

Back then

An idea of what is coming

Might be left from the stories

Of what was already written

We just haven’t read