A Poem

You know that you must pay attention

To the course of our recession,

Bourgeois art and your imagination

(Which lead you from a paid vocation)

Are not for those who live these times,

Full with famine and white collar crimes.

Leave aside your childish dreams

Lest the world should split its seams

And drench us all in fiscal anguish-

Better to be restrained, and languish.

The Dow is nothing like an ocean.

It has not that beauty,

That dramatic swelling motion.

 

I hope one day the sea will stop.

Wind lifted, foam white spray will drop,

Back to water churned, that now lies calm,

Its violence lost to memory’s balm,

And in the air the cries of birds

That sudden calm has sudden stirred,

Will echo far across a glassy space

Ring like tin, and fade without trace.

 

For I believe in time all truth should out,

This world again true form should take.

It’s a muddy, and a placid, all frustrating lake.