DEAD KINGS

In the imagination of man
cadavers are playing the keys
set in rigorous moods
The world spits
out something new
unknown till its death
We are all alone
to confess empty tombs
kings with unseen effect
Our view in space
closed
in the wasted open
A lost cause to live
with a different opinion
useless to sell in the end
AMUSEMENT!
CONVICTION!
POVERTY!
The wall of unwritten secrets
contained with-in
the mundane

we nelson2003