It's Almost Over
It's almost over
Give it a day, give it a year,
Wait till the old have died
And the young have learned to live
With what was left
A cool breeze will blow the shame away
And a hot wind will dry the bones
The desert sands will beat even
A child's plastic truck
To unrecognizable molecules
And scatter them in silicone
To those who've been injured
To those who've been battered,
To the heart broken and disappointed
Your true brothers and sisters love you
And embrace you
Our home is your home
Our food and drink is yours truly,
our thoughts embrace you
our table begs for you
aching together we'll break bread
and sanctify the Sabbath with wine
Our life of tribulation and disappointment
Our shattered ideals
And deals that didn't quite go through
Will squeeze to make room
for your backpacks and boxes of books,
And plastic bags of sweaters and socks
And potted plants
And faded pictures behind broken glass
Come to the table
Wash the tears from your eyes
Let the children make noise
It'll only drown out the lies
For your sake, I'll not read the paper tonight
You see, you've already helped
And I'm not yet tight
19.8.05
