Twenty-four celsius and hopeful
Head in a mirrored hall
Reflections all around smiling...now
Affluent optimism and all
Twenty days into September
Approaching the unreal
Reminders abound, crying loud
Wealthy resolve's a meal
Twenty past the hour of two
Crushed into bloody dust
Recriminations sound, dying...how?
Fear slakes its awful lust
Copyright: 2011 Brian Pellerino
Axilea
well written, Brian ...