Poem a Day 19

From today’s prompt.

The Dreamer

I dreamt revenge: that someday the elite
Would tusk the dust and grovel at my feet.
I dreamt rapprochement: lion lies with lamb.
I dreamt that I would not be who I am.

That clock that tolls for empires tolls for all.
Anon alike elect and damned must fall,
So one by one my dreams came true. Their pride
Was dust before they died, or they just died.

Some loved me at their end. Some begged. Some scraped.
But I alone, for lack of proof, escaped.
Now (to my weary lawyers I’ve explained)
One dream alone is all that has remained,

And soon will I escape this tyranny
Of copula and of identity.


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