Urn

Urn

Legs for dancing
Line enhancing
Violet violence
Emerald silence

Once forgiving,
When reliving.
Well, that’s over
Cliffs of Dover.

See the wreckage?
Waves upon it.
No survivors.
Rocky sonnet.

Well, we lived it.
And relived it.
Served each season.
Faked the reason.

Yet, eyes were happy.
Hearts were hoping.
Now lost in mirrors,
Nothing's clearer.

Strangers looking back.
Watch it, they’ll attack.
Any minute they might turn.
Pull the drapes and

Watch them burn.
Who's been taught?
What's been learned? 
What's been given?

And what's been earned?
Who'll be left to put it out?
A typing pilgrim
Or gadabout?


2/24/21