A Prayer for Deliverance

Oh money

That takes away the cares of the world

That dries the tear from the eye of the banker

And dresses fat Mendham in ample obscurity

and all is trim white and polite lawns

and all our woes

are driven away in Audis.

Words

If no one reads these words …

What then?

Do they fall like some primeval forest

resounding only in dinosaur ears, unheard

unknown, undescribed.

When the world has lost its need for me

Where do they live?

On other lips, in other ears

echoing,

misremembered,

uncomprehended

and incomprehensible?

  

Or do they ring

in a memory

in a dream

in the great tomorrow

of forever?