A Dream 1992

A Dream
Spiritlessly I sat silently quiet
as if I’d gone fishing without the tackle
no, without a line and arrived at the river
to find no water…where eagles flew with no heads
and trees grew upside down
Then I saw the people
and in darkness they lived
And then I saw faces void of life
and troops wandered the paths
ancient monuments all broken and steeples
stood naked and shivered with the dark
Lasers cut across imprisoning
the faceless people and from floating sheds
fluid is dispensed to dull the painful gasp of hunger.
In a quietness of an absolute sadness
the world had lost its axis and wobbled
shaking me from my sleep.