The merrymakers sigh
The wine won’t make happy
The tambourines have fallen from the dancer’s hands
Each stone is cursed
And the falcon is dizzy
The steeple has fallen
A host of god run the streets
Like greek gang members
Jesus never left
He’s just obscured
And hangs at the corner car wash
Waiting for extra change.

//
After 911
Life was heavy
Traveling wasn’t as innocent
It got serious fast.
The pretty girls left the party early
The morning birds waited til noon to sing
Less and fear, more depression
Swept the elections. And
The earth groaned
And us merrymakers
Sighed.