Wisps..
from memory,
frailer than that
purpled gossamer
swaying beyond
the window glass.
Cocooned within-
drugged by arias,
lulled by etudes,
long unheard..
If Time froze
I'd never know-
nor care a whit.
...A world away
beyond my ken-
the homeland bleeds
felled by a thousand cuts...
In the here and now,
giant tidal bores surge-
tearing cornucopias
off groaning shelves.
A full, sufficient
and perfect sacrifice
to that ravening Moloch
of Saturnalia.
Still-
Was mine the right
to cast the first stone...