Carcinogen

I

Hallowed tables and chairs
Fabled paintings and drinks
Mythic bohemia and rebel
Will soon be swept away
By the tsunami of paper economy.

Sixty years of culture
Desolation's supper
A prayer for it's survival.

Bearing loss to painful
Forgetting will be cancer.

II

Six years of slow poisoning
A comatose and a cry for help
In bed ravaged by bewilderment.

To get up at dawn and find my future healthy and well
Still holding on to hope, with nobody's blessing but mine
A world ends in nostalgia and hypothesis.

The possibilities frayed, a break in
the Chain, renders the Chain broken,
and gridlock the river
Dam the flow at the mountain.

A flood, in an area
Where glaciers flame
And flora just drown
And the only outcome
Open to the flood
Is to freeze full
And no more river.

III

I hope that time still remembers me
And hope they had got my letter of love.

A time of the plague is
A good time as any other
To break the silence.

Silence is fool's gold
In the aqua regia rain.