Crisis of numbers
Crisis of names
Fumbled the words
Distracted and tame
How to recover from
A case of public doubt
Lean back
Don’t scream and shout
Back to the well-written word
Artistry of presentation
One can return
With no hesitation
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
